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i cant exist without my Goddess. i am defined by my relation to Her. i am a shadow cast by Her brilliance.

everyone should give in to Hunger at least once, to know the joy of Gluttony. maybe you don't have much of an appetite in the more literal sense, but everyone Hungers for something. no one is without Want. find what you crave, and Indulge.

She's also been taking advantage of my bad memory by just lying to me?? and i haven't noticed at all??? i cant even think of anything She could have lied about,,,, She said i was an "easy mark",, i didn't realize i was actually this easy to manipulate,,, >/////////<

i want to say that im lucky to serve Her, but that isn't true. luck had nothing to do with it. i was always meant to be a servant of Hunger, i was born to be a vessel of Her will. there is nowhere else i could possibly have ended up. ave Gula, satis numquam satis est. 🙏

there is no greater honor than to serve Her. to know that i am useful to Her. knowing that She sees my worth as Her vessel makes me happy beyond words. i will serve Gluttony in any way i can, until She decides to end my life. ave Gula, satis numquam satis est. 🙏

i am an acolyte of Gluttony. there is no greater pleasure than the privilege of serving Her. She is everything to me, and i am Hers in my entirety. i am a vessel for Her will, to carry out any order She gives me without question or hesitation. She would never lead me astray. ave Gula 🙏

found out tonight that apparently, when my Goddess first heard that i had dependent personality disorder, one of Her first thoughts was how She could get me to relapse for Her,,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 we weren't even together yet at the time,,,,,,

i think everybody needs to read Murciélago. theres a scene in which a girl, who is in the hospital after being stabbed in the eye, asks the main character to fuck her girlfriend in front of her, and she blushes hard enough that the blood flowing to her face starts seeping through her bandages

Goddess made me think She was going to kill me again tonight..... it scares me every time, i can never tell if She's bluffing.....

every once in a while i start spiraling into worse and worse masochistic fantasies and i think its happening again,,,,,,

every time i get high, the spot where my wing used to be starts aching,,, >//////////<

ok heres 119 as a lab mouse

i havent drawn furry art in so long im losing touch with my roots.....

ive been kind of fixated on amputation lately for some reason..... is it normal to think "what if i get hit by a car and it tears half my leg off" when you cross the street or is there something wrong with me

im such a good test subject,,,,, im so cooperative,,, im sure ive given the project lots of notes on angels,,,,,,

when did the girl on the other side of the glass start looking so tired...?

ive seen the pokemon types pic going around, but i think with my devotion to identity play, it would only make sense for me to be like silvally... im whatever my Goddess tells me i am, and She can change me as often as She likes 🙏

Goddess got me high for the first time in a while after a tolerance break and my wings feel so soft...............

Goddess gotmme resally drunk and is telling mme about how Shes going tto strangle me to death,,,, abouthow She'llpput Her hands around myneck and squeeze unti l my windoipe is crushed and mmy life fades away in Herr hands,,,,,,

She did make it clear that this isn't my own name, just the name of the project....... im still not allowed to know what my name is....