waving hello-trees
swishing ripple-grass
crunching skitter-leaves
rushing tin-clouds
hair fluttering; flushed faces
cold pink numb hands clasping; i love you
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- Just take it.
- "I just don't think of myself as a serious person."
- We are the synchronizers. We are electronic perfo...
- Honestly, sometimes I wake up and there will be so...
- Does a pretty friend with a half-blue tongue count...
- Are you looking for something? Yes, silence and l...
- A shirt for getting stoned in.
- 31 months
- I really like your dress. I really like your dress...
- What percentage of KKK members do you think are on...
- I want to have a threesome with Alice and Dorothy.
- vvavalvaluvaluevalue avalue asvalue ascvalue ascrv...
- Where is Kansas? Kill the wicked witch.
- Desde ayer.
- Three posts in one day! I am spoiling you.
- This is my one hundredth post. I feel like I shou...
- because they will live for us
- I promise the headlines are easier to read in person.
- It is strange how ice and syrup can cure almost an...
- concern with helping people avoid living their liv...
- They're really really not.
- once in a lullaby
- Her again.
- A Merman I Would Turn To Be.
- God is an alien. God is an alien. God is an alie...
- Brainfreeze.
- Saucepan.
- I love having lots of people to love.
- My eye rejects it.
- Sarah sits a seat away.
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