Suicide notes and love letters are terrifyingly similar.
They both contain a sense of finality in them.
They both have a feeling of hesitation from fear and anxiety.
They are both written by hands of a body with a heart beating dangerously erratic or disturbingly steady.
They are both confessions of lost souls wanting for more.
concept: i dont split on close friends whenever they show even a slight sign of rejection
how does this already exist
Here are some Junimos to carry bundles around your island!
What do I do when I can’t handle silence but any and all noise is Too Much
when you’re playing animal crossing and you want to move a river except that means you have to pick up the flowers but you can’t pick up the flowers because you have too many trees in your inventory you don’t know where to place them because you haven’t finished putting down the paths and moving all the buildings but you can’t do any of that unless you move some of the rivers
Not my photo, creds to the owner!