An Ode to SoFurry...
We look, we draw we write, and scrawl, our dreams both gay and straight our purest thoughts (and many not) where none we loath or hate. so come with us, o, lonely soul, you'll find you've all you need.
The two that faced vanity pt(1)
You have a look in your face like i love myself more than you but in all honesty i hate the way you think i loathe you to an extent to want to cause harm to you, you call it jealousy but i think the actual term is young vanity....
Sara Goes South
She loathed to check on how many she was getting though. she didn't want to look at herself, yet she could feel her bones crack, her muscles shift, and the world around her become more frightening.
A New Desire
In a few moments, he found one, self-loathing weekly. he bent over to grab it, but immediately spotted something different. peeking out just under the cover of self-loathing weekly was a pink piece of paper.
Demiurge/Reader Ch.13
The primal fear in your eyes is accompanied by a murky wave of self-loathing... self-loathing and _rage_. _'i don't want to be a victim anymore.
MLP: A Tale Worth Telling - For it has Dragons in it
Then glancing down at the singed royal bum-bum, she remembered with a deep and profound sense of loathing. luna flew backwards.
Just another High School Story (1)
A secret that every time he thought of it brought tears to the corner of his eyes and deepened the self loathing he felt for himself. but he wanted to please everyone. be all chummy and friendly.
Perfect Matches
She loathed staying a cow, but she could tell this female skunk knew something that littchie did not. mostly black fur covered up her body except for a white stripe on her back.
Tale Across Time: Part 1
He didn't have time to clean the entire mess, he was late for work. a work he loathed but it paid well.
Cynders poem
Terror of the skies they called me, a title i now loathe.
Internals (Poem)
My mind is a formless cavern i wander through it, lost, curious but through the black, i sense a pattern and the thoughts press outward, furious stress, anxiety, loathing, trepidation i look upon the shifting axons, nausea images and memories vex me,
In Seven
For waste of time and energy the regal one was loath; but man had thought himself better, and invented the sin of sloth. then creatures came together and began to live in bands, and fought as one to thus preserve their hard-won hunting lands.