Summary of bsd 120.5: trauma, Fyodor serving cunt as always, more trauma.
the sillies I love them (*´ω`*)
(ignore how messy this is I did this with only a pen)
She be staring at her like a pack of fresh baby teeth.
blood drinking mmmmmm slurp
my wounds are sealed with gold, because if a cup breaks, it is reassembled, filling the cracks with gold. this is how they emphasize the beauty of what was once broken. people believe that if something has experienced suffering and has a history, it becomes more beautiful and more valuable. but my wounds are so painful and deep that the gold can't stand it.
I'm sick of it.
cup check. take all cups in your home and put them in your room. put them in your bedroom. put all of them in your room where you sleep. put them near your bed where you sleep. all of them
Banana-chan....
ms Kimberly they could never make me hate you
Sending Kakania to the Pear Wiggler so she can atone for her crimes
It's what she would've wanted...
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