(line taken from  Femzy )

So, over the past few days, there has been a lot of weirdness going around. Most of it stemmed from my ex's *clears throat* departure, and my plush fox (which was named after her, and was a gift from a close friend).

Now, during this whole thing of depression, craziness and sound files, I looked at this plush (yes, my plush is modeled after what I drew here) and thought long and hard about what a plush IS, heart and soul wise.

A plush may only be fabric stitched and sewn to the naked eye, but it can be your best friend. It never talks, but it always listens. Its always there for you, and never judges you for being you.

I have grown a fond for plushies. They are sweet little creatures and are always cute.