AC’s out, can’t go anywhere, all of the people I know within walking distance aren’t home, the girl I love won’t respond to my texts, it’s hot as hell, and humid outside, there are stinging/biting insects everwhere, tumblr won’t load images, and I don’t really want to message anyone other than her. And along with that, all I have to drink is bad iced tea, tap water, flat soda, bad milk, and cranberry juice (which I think is nasty), and I can’t really go to the store until tomorrow, I feel like today’s totally gonna be a great day, guitar for 6 hours here I come.
As I’ve said before, Led Zeppelin is my favorite band, and all of my love is my favorite song by led zeppelin
33 followers today, I need 398 to get to 5,000, think I can do it by 7/16?
Oreos are love, oreos are life.
I saw her briefly on thursday, and hopefully I’ll be able to hang out with her soon.
Good, you?
I may not see her for two months, so if I get really depressed and start complaining like when she rejected me, I’m sorry, I mean not seeing her may not be too bad, since I have her facebook + kik (she doesn’t really respond though), ah, well, either way, wish me luck with her I guess.
Boops back
I painted the box black, because black is cooler, and the red and blue looked ghetto
You better vacuum up ya’ mess, and if you’re sending asks for publicity, throw some of that publicity this way homie.
Good, you? You know you can kik me right, my kik is deanfish.
I want to go to a foreign sporting event, like when they have 2 canadian hockey teams playing in florida for some reason, and chant USA.
Hello
-1. I don’t claim any of the art as my own, unless I make it
-2. Mosts artists put thier name on thier art, if they don’t, then It likely wasn’t on the post
-3. I do post the artist’s name on occasion
-4. If you think you’re so bad that you can go around telling me what to do, come off of anon
-5. That’s not a question, and I’m sure it wasn’t something you wanted me to give a response to, so why’d you send it as an ask
-6. Finally, if you don’t like me, or my blog, you can fuck off, I use this blog to talk about my life, and to store yiff, storing yiff that I like isn’t stealing, claiming it as my own is.
Have a nice fucking day.
I saw her today, at the fairground!
I don’t do requests.
I found a really nice ‘46 Willys CJ for sale, less than 20,000 miles on the new engine, I think it has a ford 302 under the hood, I wish I had 14,500.
I finished the box, it has a brass hasp on the top to fasten shut, it is black on the inside, blue on the outside, all 4 sides have red pinstriping, the front and top being the most intricate, the bottom has four 1.5mm thick black foam pads for stability, and my initials in red, it’s pretty decent, being that this is my first time, and that I used random things as tools instead of the correct tools, it took me about 4 hours (so like a half an hour, plus paint and glue drying) and I’m pretty happy with it, I’ll either give it to someone as a gift, or give it to her, also as a gift. It depends, if I see her on thursday, I’ll show her, blue and red are her favorite colors, and if she likes it, I’ll just give it to her.
I’m making a wooden box, it’s sorta crappy, but either way, I’m going to paint it, my colors are red, blue, black, silver, gold, bright green, and tan, I am going to paint the inside a different color than the outside, what colors should I make the inside and outside, should I also pinstripe?
Today will be the last day of this yiff blog.
April fools, wait it’s june, I guess I am going to stop
June fools! Y'all can stay, I’m not stopping any time soon.
This is an apology, it is refering to the past, while also acting preemptively, sorry for all of the gramatical errors I make, I don’t really notice my errors at first sometimes. Sorry if it bothers you.
“I liked you for your appearence, but I love you for you.” me, earlier, while thinking.
I just saw a post, while browsing random accounts, and it said reblog if you use tumblr… On tumblr… And it had a few thousand reblogs… What the fuck tumblr.
She’s blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She’s touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
But somehow I can’t believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing’s gonna happen
Yeah, yeah
‘Cause she’s so high
High above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She’s so high, high above me
First class and fancy free
She’s high society
She’s got the best of everything
What could a guy like me
Ever really offer?
She’s perfect as she can be
Why should I even bother?
'Cause she’s so high
High above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She’s so high, high above me
She comes to speak to me
I freeze immediately
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal
But somehow I can’t believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing’s gonna happen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause she’s so high
High above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She’s so high, high above me
I’m an introverted, socially awkward, 127 pound, 5'10/5'11, white guy, who’s afraid of wasps, and hopelessly in love with a girl I met in August. And I also likes 2 other girls at the moment, but has no chances with either of them either. Now to mention that I am a nerd, who is a fucking airhead half of the time, I’m way to cocky, I am constantly depressed over the fact that I can never be with the girl I love, and I collect guns, and money, none of which I am willing to spend or take the time to sell, so I’m out of money at the moment too! Hey, my life isn’t great, but my fursona’s pretty cool! Bingo!
Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn’t pretty
Ain’t no home for me
Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn’t my way
Home will never be
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can’t see no reason to put up a fight
I’m living for giving the devil his due
And I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain’t no reason
Got no time to slow
Time everlasting
Time to play B-sides
Time ain’t on my side
Time I’ll never know
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I’m not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right
I’ve seen suns that were freezin’ and lives that were through
Well I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can’t see no reason to put up a fight
I’m living for giving the devil his due
And I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
Once I almost posted yiff on facebook, I have at least one friend who’s a furry, but I don’t think anyone would want that, especially considering that I’ve been friends with ‘her’ on facebook for a week or so…
When I like someone alot, I just treat them like a friend, but I’m super generous, and with them, and any other girl, I don’t hit on them too much, or try to get in thier pants, so they trust me as a friend, so that’s why a majority of my close friends are females.