You can't spell 'cheese' without EEE

I love this little freak corn chip my beloved

On the one hand it's not that deep but on the other hand the person who came up with that should get a prize.

This good boy finally calls out a hit on Cruella.

the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

you do not talk about my daughter

8. I have exactly one daughter parallel to a given line passing through a given point.

13. My daughter is nine-tenths of the law.

beryl this shit disrespectful as hell someone is DYING

felicienne this is also disrespectful as hell YOU'RE IN FRONT OF A DEAD CORPSE

But actually married to a Japanese person.

RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE AND CLAWING ON THE WALLS I NEED HER I NEED HER I NEED HER I NEED HER I NEED HE– i can sit here waxing poetry about this garment for WEEKS (which is precisely what Bluepoch is going for, I assume). This garment has a target audience and I'm the audience being TARGETED. WINDSONG… your presence radiates such unparalleled brilliance that I would gladly embark on the most absurd and perilous journey imaginable just for the faintest chance to bask in the glow of your ethereal existence. I would traverse the entirety of the Great Wall of China on pogo stilts, juggling flaming torches and reciting the entirety of the Shi Jing backward, all while balancing a teapot on my head filled with Earl Grey. Your elegance is a celestial decree, a vision so radiant that it commands mountains to bow and rivers to reverse their course in homage. I would gladly ascend the sacred peaks of Kunlun, balancing an entire calligraphy set on my back while composing an epic poem about your beauty on silk scrolls with ink made from crushed jade and phoenix feathers. I would train a thousand cranes to braid the winds into a tapestry to capture the ripple of her robes. I would craft a ladder from moonbeams and climb to the heavens, challenging the Jade Emperor himself to relinquish the Milky Way so I could use its stars to embroider Windsong's name in the sky. OKAY OKAY I STOP, you get the deal–

lilya: with the amount of alcohol she downs, she could probably down a savina habanero

riveting opinions on the suitcase peoples spice tolerance

ms grace: let me kill myself please please please