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Just another brick in the wall.
Ask me whatever you want!
Hi there, this is my personal blog. Here you will find rule 34 furry stuff, guns, naked women, sex, tattoos, military weaponry, wolves, funny stuff, rants, gym stuff, and me. I'm an amateur body builder, video game enthusiast, furry lovin weed smokin average guy.
It’s really hard for me to stay positive sometimes….I often find myself questioning who I am, and who I should be. This place, tumblr, is the only place I feel comfortable being me. When I show the world just a small portion of what I like, outside of tumblr, I’m harassed. Humiliated. Made fun of. I was called a pedophile for liking a kids show and wearing a shirt that one of my best friends who I served in the military with bought me.
Every day I fight with myself, asking myself questions. “How did I ever end up liking any of this? What am I doing with my life? What is it about any of this that even interests me?”
I know the answers. I always know the answers. I see the beauty of it, the hard work put into it all, the lessons learned, the friends made, even if it’s just random strangers on the Internet, I feel like my followers are better friends than the ones I have in real life.
I used to be a really social person, but when I got home from war I feel like everything changed. My life turned to shit, I picked up drug abuse and became a raging alcoholic, I couldn’t fuck anymore because I had lost all emotional attachment to anyone that I tried to have sex with and my body just wouldn’t work….but a simple kids show saved my life, along with a good amount of weed. Weed and ponies saved me from a life of self destruction. Then I was introduced to the furry community, and soon after the brony community. I consider them the same but most like to argue they are different.
Anyway, I guess this is just a depressing post about how I feel like my life has been utter shit, and the only place I feel like I can be happy is here on Tumblr with like minded people who don’t give a fuck about all the bullshit of daily life drama with fake friends. I might not talk to any of my followers, but the simple fact that you follow me, and you like and share what I post, that means a lot to me. Because it lets me know I’m not the only one.
Now I’m gonna go smoke a bowl and disappear into my video games. Goodnight everyone.