and so we continue the thrilling saga
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
hi boob
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my pronouns are anime tiddy/anime tiddy/anime tiddys
update on my life: i got a succulent and when me and my mom went to cane's the window guy asked if my plant had a name and i said it was johnny and we hyped up together. he said to bring it next time i went there. it was one of the best days of my life.
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
ah yes forgive me anime tiddys
i love johnny i support this succy boy
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succy boy is going on the pot w marker tomorrow
concept: so theres like these different families and/or races (idk yet) and theres a ceremony thing every generation where a magic kiddo from each group is chosen to do something important. and so everything goes to plan, but instead of one from one of the groups, two kids are chosen. turns out that extra kid's supposed to be from another of the groups and they just hid the fact they were missing their true chosen one by sending some rando kid up there that isn't even magic (SPOILER: the fake kid doesn't know they're fake they legit think they're meant to be chosen) and theres this whole chase for the kid who's actually supposed to be theirs, undercover of course so nobody sees that they're loosing their minds. and their kid was actually taken from them bc they werent even a safe home or like maybe they had a bigger thing going on so their parent or family friend smuggled them away.
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
me, seeing who's online:
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YALL i miss my boy stop making me cry over here
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
yeets myself
[align=center] WAY DOWN HADESTOWN WAY DOWN UNDER THE GROUND
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my sixth grade choir class performed i'm a believer (as in from SHREK) and won regionals for it and the memory of that day haunts me still
when this r e p e t i t i o n ends behind the window shades, a semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made —— that most unrestful bed, that most original of sins, and you'll say that's what I get when I let ambition win again. I'd hate to let you [sub]down,[/sub] so I'll let the waters [sup]rise[/sup] and drown my dull reflection in the naïve expectation in your eyes. back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free, I had a butcher's / heart and no-one thought they knew me . . . . . . [ ★ ]
i suport the concept
ND THEN I SAW HER F A CE
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