I have been wondering if perhaps I was a little too relentless with Guillermo.
<lydia leonard3
Family.
ummm here’s a little something, idk if you’d call it a poem but oh welll
it happened quite fast
i didn’t really mind though
until it came to an end
an end i didn’t want
and i’m truly not mad
in fact i feel so selfish
because although you’re not ready
there just isn’t anyone else for me
how can i forget the calls and the facetimes
our first date, you wanted to meet my dad probably just to wind him up
i hope you keep the keyring i gave you
i can’t stop glancing at my phone
just in case you call or message
but i know that won’t happen
so for now, i’ll just miss you
i’m back bitches and in my bob’s burgers brainrot era
Colin: Hey Anthony, can I have some dating advice?
Anthony: Just because I ended up with Kate, doesn’t mean I know how I did it.
Baby! Girl! Era! Nandor! Save him Guillermo, he’s too precious to be killed by a cult!
ID: one image portraying Nandor the relentless languishing in his 'baby girl' era. He is doing a stretching pose on the ground with one leg tucked under him, knee pointing forward and one leg pointed straight out behind. He has long pink leg warmers covering his legs from under his knee all the way down to the tops of his white tennis shoes. His upper body is upright, chest puffed out under a white 80s style cropped t-shirt that only just covers his chest. On the shirt is a purple design with a circle with two palm trees and a sun. He is wearing blue short shorts with white piping along the hem. One hand is on his hip and he is still wearing one of his rings. It is large, red and gold. The other arm is behind him. He has sweat bands on. His hair is just above shoulder length and is feathered to be fluffy and curly. He is grinning wide exposing his missing fangs, eyes closed and looking for all the world like a man having the time of his life.
this is khonshu btw 🥹
i miss my cat, khonshu, so here are some things about him that just make sense; he’s a black cat
would hide away and sneak on my other pets until he finally had his chance to just *BAP* and add a little bit of trauma to their lives
would never let me bathe him BUT would LOVE washing himself in dirty dish water ????
didn’t know how to meow so just grunted whenever he needed to make an announcement
would make a squeak whenever landing on any surface
cling onto my arm for dear life while we slept
society is actually wrong. u can like poem and talk about it to ur friends
my equivalent to going on a night out and dressing extremely hot is dressing very slutty at pride on saturday and summoning all the hot women (and bi/pan men - i see you babes xx)
i literally got dumped on the first day of pride month by a cishet guy. happy pride y’all.
25 • she/herhopeless romantic who writes poems and stuff about my silly little life
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