Layers Upon Layers.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
I Can Survive Atmospheric Entry. OK?
this post makes me feel like we’re the only survivors on a space station hurtling towards certain doom & this Really Big Ape is trying to reassure me that he’ll make it back home safe even if the station’s final escape pod can only fit me inside
i’m holding back tears… thank you, reuben…