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Chat 🙏😭🫶

Hi it’s Oli!! I will be setting up Furry Art Commissions!!! Everything goes to help me save for college and to move out 🫶

I’m only doing headshots currently and they will be $25-30 based on complexity!

Payment will be through PayPal!

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[luuniex51]

Hi it’s Oli!! I will be setting up Furry Art Commissions!!! Everything goes to help me save for college and to move out 🫶

I’m only doing headshots currently and they will be $25-30 based on complexity!

Payment will be through PayPal!

Ex:

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POET IN DISTRESS!!

Hiiiiiiiii tumblrrrrrr!!! It’s ya boy oli! I’m a huge poetry lover and if you follow me (which if you’re not you should) then you probably love cryptic gay poetry with animalistic/cannibalistic metaphors! I’m really really trying to figure out how to publish my work, either self publishing or through an individual queer publisher. If you have any tips or if you’re interested please either dm me or note what ever is easier <3

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Some day we will hold each other and our top surgery scars will line up perfectly and the world will melt around us

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when guys stretch their arms up and their shirt rides up and u can see the waistband of their boxers 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hiiiii

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I think I remember you,

The boy who used to be the one in my walls.

I mean,

I see you in the halls,

You act and talk the same,

You even have the same teeth.

Maybe it’s not you,

Maybe you’re someone completely new.

Yet, I can’t help but see him in you.

You even called me the same names,

Told me the same stories.

Me and the boy in my walls,

we don’t talk anymore.

Neither do we.

I wonder if the boy in my walls ever actually existed, because if he did,

He’s definitely you,

And I know for a fact,

That it’s true.

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I can’t even get mad at men. If I had a dick i’d be hard too. All the time

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There has always been a creaking in the attic of my mind. A rusty hinged door, which no oil could drown out its piercing wail. I believe that the noises I hear are the cries of angels, offering me a cheap, sweet release. My dear, god. Dear god, are the things my senses allow me to perceive a blessing or will I be dammed to eternal hell? No one sane would feel this holy, as holy as I. Are you as holy as I, god? Are the colors I taste and the smells I hear an example of gut-wrenching sin or our honed holy virtue. Possibly, Dear God, am I our true golden mean? To see the things others may not, was I created in your image, or should I be forced to live in the dark? Can one really be so holy if they are so prideful of one’s own virtue? My dear, God. Dear God, is it true that your son, the father, and the Holy Spirit, as well as you, still love me through my sin veiled virtue? Am I holy too, as you, God?

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Got bored during my comp class

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There isn’t enough room in my backpack for a heart this big.

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I’ve always been a sick kid.

Chronic illness is never for the faint of heart.

I was never happy to have school staff know me by name,

Or to never play with kids my age,

But kids my age never were able to embrace the beauty of life.

They never had to.

While they were running around, as my heart skipped beats,

I’d stare at pores in leaves.

I’d appreciate the breeze in the air,

I breathed In every breath like it could have been my last,

Kids my age never had to worry about that.

When you’re sick you learn to appreciate plants more than people,

You realize how much more animals affect humanity than we do ourselves.

You’re able to take in life more,

Realize rain is just as beautiful as sunlight.

You appreciate living more than you should,

Because life within itself is a truly extraordinary thing,

And we,

Ourselves are a beautiful product of life,

Sick,

Or not.

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Call me your bunny while I sink my teeth into you like a carnivore. Let me know that I am not horrible despite my instinctual ways. You may be bleeding from my bite, but to you, I’ll always be a prey animal. You say that I could never be able to act like a wolf, that the way I behave does not match my genetics. I let my instincts subside and for the first time, I believe I could behave like a bunny.

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I think I’ll always remember this October, and the one before, and before that. The one time a year where I can feel at peace, my depression cease. It’s October again. You have a new hoodie, so do I. You have a new book to read, so do I. We both have a shit eating grin on our face, yet they’re not for each other, and that’s more than ok. You’ll always be my October, a paradox of melancholy and peace. You’re ok now, so am I.

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She holds me as I shake on her upstairs couch. I mumble, “I’m dying.” I think that any sane person couldn’t handle this, couldn’t handle me. Instead she brings me Advil and water. She says “you’re not ok enough to drive, don’t.” While my father blows up my phone saying I should’ve been home 30 minutes ago. How could a love this beautiful be so terrifying. Safety is a monster I’ve never battled before.  I was born restless. I was born, shaky. 

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Spidersona and stuff <3

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My fursona!! <3 his name is duke, I’ll be making a full ref sheet soon