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[burning-polaroid]

i rly love how Fang able to play the guitar is canon cuz everytime i listen to any song w an acoustic vers. forwarding to someone all i think is him playing it near a bon fire , under the starry sky , on a roof top and Boi is always there by his side

[mightyparanoiac]

EG🥚

[sp4mt0n-g]

whats goin on with the egg that was given to you a while back

*it's still an egg. Covered in pipis eggs. Looks comfy

[krajtaz]

i love when long sentences in one language can be translated using one word and vice versa. how satisfying is it to know that english is convoluted and absolutely unnecessarily complicated, and so damn primitive at the same time. huh

[melon-pope]

i keep thinking about how i should make the tags page work on mobile but then realise mobile can’t use that anyway @ mobile users: how do you get  to someone’s tags? is it even possible anymore? please let me know

[wildcstdrcams]

Elena & Kurt ( @ohbambix )

As she stepped through the door of the flower shop, she was immediately met with the smell of various bouquets and vases around her. Though, truthfully, she found it all a little overwhelming. Arrangements and choosing what type of flower said what had never been her strong suit. Elena made her way over to the counter at the back of the store, smile on her face as she approached the worker. "Hi," she greeted simply. "I'm looking to order a couple Christmas themed bouquets, but I have no idea where to start on what I'd like in them or any kind of arrangement." As she admitted to not knowing much about the flowers, she chuckled at herself. "I figure you're the best person to help me."

[wildcstdrcams]

Elena & MorgMad ( @itwcsmcroon )

While things were certainly strange here, Elena was surprised to find that she didn't hate it. Her job was fantastic, she'd met a couple new people she could consider friends, and she enjoyed being able to explore the city when she had down time. She was walking through the aisles of a pharmacy near her apartment. Even though she didn't need medication or anything that humans did, she had been looking through different makeup. Now that she still happily used. When she looked up and saw herself, she first assumed it was her reflection, but then things began to click into place. This girl was wearing a different outfit. Her hair was different. "Um, hi," she started, confusion written all over her features. Was this person real or was she more stressed than she thought? "Who are you?"