theopellate
The creeping, undefined threat that these good times just won't last.
I mean, what reason is there to be mean, yaknowwhaddimean?
This post is average. (Geddit?)
Chipper is the last feeling I was ever expecting to enter my mood repertoire after 6 years of disappointment, abuse, and general malaise.
Soft lips. Big kiss. Bubbly bum. Yum yum yum...
Slit eyes. Happy cries. Good romance.
Give it a chance.
Never let a stranger cut your hair in the middle of the street. The results will look like bushy antlers poking out all willy-nilly from your head.
"Intense" describes those who are driven by only their own desires; so much so that it doesn't matter what blocks their path.
The little internal engines that keep me alive so that I can continue this mirage of having my shit together are called cells.
One often wonders what others are thinking. Is my intuition correct? Wonder how often? For that name just keeps following me.
The buzzing of thoughts dulled to a manageable distraction in my head at the very moment I noticed it - one single yellow petal on my doorstep.
The yearning is too much to take. Even though any formation of the word love should be used carefully, I will say that my most beloved fruit is indeed the watermelon.
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