I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry
like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear
I wish he could yank my hair and choke me while sticking his tongue in my mouth rn
me when I fall asleep and dream about falling into a dark abyss, as I'm falling, it showing me everyone I know and love slowly dying or falling apart. ending with the people I love the most telling me they don't ever want to see me again, and then I wake up in a cold sweat, feeling useless.
me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked
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gives yiu a bouquet of flowrs
OH THANK YOU THANK YOU!! YAYY ( ΛΆΛαΛΛ΅ )
dream blunt rotation
me, Him, fuckass nerd who has never smoked and I have to show him how, The Swirling Rains, tom holland, The Felt Absence of the Sun's Warmth, and my ai boyfriend i unfortunately fuck
how in the fuck did all this happen
what is a bee :(
its this little fuckin friend that buzzes and eats flowers