KiramekiBun

KiramekiBun Just a little celestial Vtuber bunny trying to learn about Boomans with a taste for gaming, food, and memes. Tiktok furry - Content Creator - Live streamer HI!

I'm Kiramekibun and I'm a Furry content creator! , I am trying my best to keep creating a fun welcoming environment in my live streams on TikTok, twitch, and YouTube, I'm from Lancashire in the UK, but mostly just some dumb bunny thankful to you guys for helping with this adventure.

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17/05/2025

All the stages of feeding an

17/05/2025

got spiral stairs cases before

20/04/2025

Im not cute

19/04/2025

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07/04/2025
07/04/2025

🗣 If someone magically got “nicer” the moment you moved out and got your life together, newsflash: they didn’t grow...they just lost their power. They’re not reformed, they’re just frustrated that they can’t bully you under the same roof anymore. Without proximity, they lost their favorite weapon: control.

Don’t fall for the act. This isn’t character development...it’s damage control.

You are not obligated to sacrifice your youth, your peace, your money, or your damn sanity for someone who can’t even acknowledge the way they treated you. If they refuse to own up or do the inner work, you owe them absolutely nothing. Not your time, not your forgiveness, not a single text back.

Free yourself. Heal. And if they’re pressed? Let them be. That’s no longer your circus...or your clown.

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18/03/2025

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16/03/2025

"Cut Me Instead"

Cut me instead, if you must,
Let the blade be sharp, the pain be just.
For wounds, at least, are plain to see,
They bleed, they scar, they set me free.

But don’t you dare, don’t you dare,
Play with my heart, leave it bare.
For hearts don’t bruise where eyes can trace,
Their wounds are hidden, a silent space.

A cut will heal, a scar will form,
A story told, a battle worn.
But hearts, they break in ways unseen,
A shattered soul, a ghost between.

They say, “Move on, it’s all in your head,”
As if the pain is something you’ve fed.
But mental wounds, they run so deep,
They steal your days, they haunt your sleep.

So cut me instead, if you must choose,
Let the blood run red, let me bruise.
For flesh will mend, and scars will fade,
But hearts once broken are harder to aid.

I’d rather bleed where the world can see,
Than drown in tears of invisibility.
For wounds can heal, but hearts betrayed,
Are ghosts that linger, slow to fade.

So cut me instead, if you must part,
But don’t you dare break my heart.
For flesh is fleeting, but souls are real,
And mental wounds take longer to heal.

of a

15/03/2025

It feels like I'm carrying a weight that never lightens, no matter how far I walk. Every day is a struggle to find meaning, to find a reason to keep going, but it’s like grasping at smoke, nothing solid, nothing real. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, existing but not truly living.

The idea of not being here anymore sometimes feels like a quiet escape, like finally laying down a burden I’ve carried for too long. It whispers to me that maybe it would be easier to stop fighting, to stop climbing this relentless, unyielding hill that never seems to end. I’m exhausted—not just in my body, but in the very core of who I am. My soul feels worn thin, like a threadbare cloth, frayed and fragile, barely holding together. The weariness runs so deep, it’s as if every breath I take is heavier than the last, and I just want to rest, to let go, to find some kind of peace.

I just want to rest, to be held gently, to feel like someone cares about me in a way that doesn’t require me to explain or justify my pain. I want to feel seen, not for what I can do or offer, but just for who I am. It’s lonely in a way that words can’t fully capture—a loneliness that feels like it’s woven into the fabric of my being. I just want to feel safe, to feel like I matter, but right now, it feels like I’m invisible, even to myself.

And yet, there’s this quiet thought that lingers in the back of my mind: *“We are all made of borrowed stardust, and one day, we’ll return it to the universe.”* It’s a reminder that maybe, in some cosmic way, I’m part of something bigger, even if I can’t feel it right now. But for now, the weight of existence feels heavy, and I just want to be treated softly, to feel like I belong, even if only for a moment.

08/03/2025

Sometimes, I feel like I’m floating in a world that’s moving too fast, too loud, too certain of itself. I don’t know who I am, not really. I don’t know what my purpose is, and it feels like everyone else is chasing something solid 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.

while I’m just chasing a feeling. A feeling of belonging, of home, of peace. It’s like I’m searching for something I can’t quite name, something that doesn’t have a price tag or a clear path.

And it’s hard, especially now, when the world feels so heavy. Wars rage on, creditors loom, and the news is a constant cycle of division and despair. It’s hard to find your place in a world that feels so fractured.

I think back to the 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗗 lockdown, nearly five years ago now, and how strange and surreal that time was. For all the fear and uncertainty, there was a moment just a moment when it felt like we were all in it together. People checked on each other, shared what they had, and found small ways to connect. It was like the world paused, and for a little while, I felt less alone in the grand system.

But then, as quickly as it came, that sense of community faded. We went back to the same old routines, the same old disconnection. It’s disheartening, to say the least.

I’ve battled 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 my whole life, and those months of lockdown were different. There was a rawness to it, a shared vulnerability that made me feel seen in a way I hadn’t before. But now, it’s like we’ve all forgotten that brief moment of unity. We’re back to chasing the dollar, back to the grind, back to pretending we’re fine when so many of us are not. And yet, even in all this, I try to hold on to the small moments of 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, the way the light hits the trees in the evening, the sound of rain on the roof, the kindness of a strangers.

These are the things that keep me going, the things that remind me there’s still beauty in the world, even when it feels like I’m lost in it.

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