Not Friends Not Lovers But A Secret Third Thing

The HUNT begins👁‍🗨🎆

DON’T YOU REALIZE OUR BODIES COULD FALL APART AT ANY SECOND?

this man is a million years old and wants you to join him

a first momokarun has hit the towers

let your feelings slip boy

but never your mask boy

finally gold stamped every card in balatro and i think it took a psychological toll

"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun." — Madeline Miller

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

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Vander: I've always liked the name Violet. Silco: *snorts a line* Hey, you know what I like?