Fellas what if I turn one of my old ass blogs into a T-800 rp blog related to Robonator/Cop-800?
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Fellas what if I turn one of my old ass blogs into a T-800 rp blog related to Robonator/Cop-800?
nothing much. just casually thinking of how ill look in a pink wedding dress having a pink wedding
but whos gonna edit hozier with a glock and the caption sing honey sing
in the end what is there left to do here but leave
You are heaven sent. Hand crafted by the gods.
why they ask me do you lie down and bury yourself in these blankets of sorrow if you hate them so much? and i whisper i don’t know (inside i scream because i love them)
if i had known what was really hiding behind the sugar-coated shell of your shy eyes and hello i would not have chased after you like a cat with a mouse
but in honesty i feel more like the mouse chasing after a cat who knows all too well he can have the mouse whenever he pleases but still prefers the birds
oh you that resets the score every time your eyes seek me out and latch on in a crowded room you that can hide away in my thoughts long after my skin bores of wondering where you went you whose words are flowers tucked into my hair never wilting never fading always sweet and unassuming you that will never imagine never know what you do to my bones you whose heart holds the best intentions you who i hate myself for not having you who i let go with shaky hands and a pensive heart you who i wish the best and most beautiful you who i hope learns to shine for the world like you always did for me