furries den all welcome

[Cecilia Peromi]

Hi Sour-patch, Hi Synth.

[Synth-Fox]

*licks sour-patches face* mmm you taste yummy! hi mousey and garmy

[Firox]

Congrats Ceilia.

*curls up on the floor next to Garmy*

[Detroit]

we should throw ceci a grad part heheh heya synth * licks his face back*

[Garmy]

murrs and strokes Firox Back

[Cecilia Peromi]

I would like that, but for now, I think I need to take all of this in. It's kind of scary. I mean, real life is hard. And I can hardly handle my life now.

[Folic Acid]

"Yay parties!!!" 'Throws his hand in the air.'

[Detroit]

yeah i know ceci..im almost there too got a year left really scared but everything will be alright im sure

[Dmscootr]

I'm not gonna say much because I'm on my moms laptop and its not secure but I feel like I should put this out there my dad made this poem and it is very accurate of who I am

Sometimes on the outside:
Enter the crowd with a false sense of bravado
Look for the clues to be what they want
Feel that first mis-step, try to recover
Then things go miserably wrong
Sometimes on the outside
It feels so cold
Their knives the sharp looks
And that sense of alone
Your left stammering for what to do
Stay for the abuse or walk away in shame
When you finally escape
Its yourself that youll blame
That sense of isolation
Like a mistake that keeps getting made
Better death before embarrassment
Better invisible than shame
Sometimes on the outside
You can cover it with jokes
You can make fun of yourself
To deflect the vicsous pokes
Sometimes on the outside
You can play it off no sweat
But they cant see on the inside
That your eyes are getting wet
Sometimes on the outside
They don’t see how brave
You put yourself out there again
Hoping to make their grade
You judge yourself un worthy
Only valued in their clique
Youd be their fool or youd be their slave
And inside it makes you sick
Sometimes on the outside
You work so hard to fit in
That the you that’s on the inside
Starts to die again
But it’s the part you think is defective
The part that needs to go
Soon you don’t realize
Its a distorted you that shows
So youll twist yourself in pain
To meet the image that they want
Youll replace a sense of happy
With a sense that you belong
Sometimes on the outside
You can everyone believe
That you are what you show them
And that theres nothing up your sleeve
Sometimes on the outside
You can give as good as you take
But we both know on this inside
Its all fake
Sometimes on the outside
What you see of those that belong
You don’t have to compete with  them
Theyr not right, your not wrong
To some it just comes easy
To others its all fake
And they’ll crush you just because
Its their place you just might take
Maybe its cuz their shallow
Or maybe they don’t feel
Or maybe theyre as scared as you
And all they want you  to see
Is something on the outside

[Dexter Dare]

hey guys 

[Detroit]

*tackle hugs dm) missed you ( its me easter) that was beautiful poem from your dad and very descriptive i liked it

[Firox]

Great poem Scootr.

Hai Spurius

[Folic Acid]

Yeah it is great

[Detroit]

*snuggles jack* heyo

[Air Wolf]

Stupid slow Internet