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Big mood.

Speak in words so complex and wonderous you dont even remember learning them.

Drinking sweet tea from a mason jar and wearing a furry blanket draped over my legs, pretending that the fur is mine and that I have my hooves again.

vessels may get sick awfully easy, but they appreciate if you take your time to care for them. your body may be your own devotee if you treat it right

nobody knows where i came from i just showed up one day and started doing my thing and god was like who the hell is that i didn't invite them

I’m curious about all my gaming followers: first Pokémon game, first Zelda game, and first Mario game in the tags?

ghosts melded together, a horrifying blend of heaven and hell and nothing at all. bloody numbers, faces, screaming. spirits attached at the hip, the Soul.

at least gravity is attracted to me

*floats away*

How long am I allowed to be hurt by it? How long can I still ask to talk about it? How long can I beat a dead horse until it gets up to bite me?