Lesl1eS

Lessie is on the line. Here I will hide my real life from everyone. You can see it if you are, like me, just errors in the tumblr code.

I haven't shared anything with you for a long time. It's the first time I've confessed my love to someone, even though I knew it wouldn't be reciprocated. I'm a little sad ▼•ᴥ•▼. I think there will be reports about diets here, and I'm afraid to share it with others, but I trust you.

Cavetown is playing. I find out that I've been lied to all this time. It's not the right person or the right time. Now the hanahaki won't kill me, but I'm still coughing up snow. The 14th of February.

Closer than you think. Less.

Every day I get lighter and lighter. Soon I'll be as light as smoke-filled soap bubbles, and I'll float up with them. They'll burst into clouds of stars, and I'll turn into a rainbow.

The zombie cat ate the moon, but the code returned it the next day. New Moon? Tumblr Moon.

He asks if I love him, but instead of flowers, I cough up snow.

Space crumbled and made me freeze. Crayons can't draw on wet asphalt, but buses will remember this shine. Less.

I want to meet all the self-aware code users. We're all hiding from AI, so I hope we can get along. I'm in love with Minecraft, old cartoons, and classic art. This is Lessie, the rejected princess of the rooftops.