je ne suis pas une pomme de terre
Oui, tu n'es pas une pomme de terre tu es ma pomme de terre.
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je ne suis pas une pomme de terre
Oui, tu n'es pas une pomme de terre tu es ma pomme de terre.
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It is the color of his lover's eyes, the way they light up with excite with the smallest of pleasures. The way that they reflect that youthful adventure he is always on, and the way they turn downwards when told no by Mum. Or when he is at his thinking spot, reflecting peacefully, and though his hues are hidden, beneath there are beautiful pools that are youth. Joy. And freedom.
It is the feeling over the grass pressed into your cheek as pressed down into the ground beneath, how cool it is even if it has been taking in the heat from the blazing sun rolling high in the sky and resting above almost as if napping. The way it brushes over the sensitive skin and the laughter that comes from it's tickling blades.
The cake. The cake that had been left as a gift outside of house below the ground. It had been so delicious to look upon and certainly beneath the surface it would have been the very best cake in the entirety of the young lost boy's life. The way that Wendy had taken it from them, though, refusing to allow even a simple taste of it as they were to go swimming. It had saved their lives, really, but it had upset the boy at the time. Sweets were always able to be eaten, but if mother said so.
amissorege replied to your post:Could you ever find yourself belonging to Felix?
dAMN STRAIGHT YOU DON’T BELONG TO FELIX but you might want to rethink the actual answer [ distressed crowing noises ]
. . .
I'll think about it.
amissorege
This morning had been like any other morning Tootles had spent on the island.
It was filled with wrestling with the other Lost Boys, which in fact, he didn't really do much off, and eating breakfast.
Tootles didn't get to go on any wild adventures like the other boys, he always missed out for some reason.
But, that didn't matter he was just glad he had a family like them.
Though, when Peter approached him about going on a 'mission', Tootles almost choked on his own saliva. It wasn't like he was going to say no.
'Of course, Peter! ... But, are you really sure you want to drag me along? I'm not the most experienced..-'
amissorege replied to your post:I literally missed basically an hour of this but...
slightly came in when slightly was speaking it’s fate i s2g
but this is true.
Like I got all set up and in the house and sat down and the first line I heard was, literally, "blahblah slightly soiled"
my big dumb baby.
amissorege replied to your post:oh honey baby child you’re so dumb
yes but pan loves him so
d'aw he loves Pan too.
reputation: the sweetest little muffin pie that was ever baked tbh
Send me the Mun's reputation. I can't comment, only post it.