And I'd like to be A big ball of meat That bees can buzz around, and eat when I die So that I might be granted ONE sense of purpose!

:)

hi.

everyone seems distressed.

:(

“does it hurt?” asked the rabbit. “sometimes,” said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. “when you are real you don’t mind being hurt.”

and now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

i built natasha a home out of a box. she is comfy, i think. all is well in the world in this moment.