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I'll sell my soul to make it to heaven
Learning riot first aid and providing it to blm protestors is plaguecore but being a bootlicker isnt btw
The cats have finally returned to the airports :) the earth is healing
:) :) :) :) :)
Sins should not be for your offspring
Oh, your leeches don’t shake their phat asses like big booty bitches when you play them music? That’s too bad.
Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,
She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,
Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,
Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,
Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,
Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.
Catchy.
Get it? Catchy? So catchy you might have to wear some PPE?
No?
Alright then I’ll be over here teaching this song to a generation of tiny humans
Worm on a string pendulum
Quarantine gothic, or the utterly disconcerting image of a closed Waffle House
a gift from me 2 u ♡
you're still a child in the eyes of this ancient universe.
it's ok. you're doing well.
You breathe. The air smells of lavender and spices.
You breathe. The floral scent is turning sickly.
You breathe. The spices sting your throat.
You breathe. You grasp the edges of your mask as you struggle not to cough.
You breathe. The mask falls from your face and you taste the air.
You breathe.
You breathe.