Sometimes when it's the dead of night and I look up and see the stars, I wonder why we're here. Or, I suppose, it may be more apt to wonder why we left. Regardless of why we left, I'd like to think that we're here to hold small round rocks in our hands. Perhaps to climb a tree and feel the wind on our noses. Yes, that must be the reason...
I am also a therian for you that you don't know what that is it's a furry but more intense okay have a good day
—@im-gay-as- on Scratch