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i don't get anon hate simply because everyone loves me and im their favourite. this is true

get in loser we’re gonna admire moss and mushrooms in the forest

wish pokemon was real so i could move to the country and farm mareep in peace

They’re called… sheep…

never speak to me again

real life is actually a lot like animal crossing because you can change your hair and your clothes but you’re stuck with the face that was given to you by a frog asking you invasive personal questions

my possible career choices: cloud flower

google search: how to take a break from the linear flow of time

my nostalgia from start to finish: first, time goes limp, the light sneaks in and i make out shadows of a child. mum slathers tiger balm on my forehead, there’s pumpkin soup in a steel bowl. on the living room wall, a paper plate turtle with 1 googly eye. on the fridge, stick figure paintings, a magnet from bali. gem biscuits, plastic beads on a string, a call from granny. dino nuggets, monkey bars, laughter: lovely, wild, fizzy. then an abrupt crackle. time goes rigid, the light returns home and i return to yearning