𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧 💙

“𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼! 𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵.”

“𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.”

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your real species, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.


This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

Animals are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed animals to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even furfÆgs who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to an animal. Your scent is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a tranquilized animal home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected smegma "♥♥♥♥".


You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

You will never be a real animal. You have no paws, you have no claws, you have no fangs. You are a zoophile freak twisted by Internet porn and Discord into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.


All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.