* recent mikestuff . that second image is an open mike sandwich btw
^ miketenna but theyre all dating each other And Also Tenna and Tenna doesnt Know there are 3 Of Them

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* recent mikestuff . that second image is an open mike sandwich btw
^ miketenna but theyre all dating each other And Also Tenna and Tenna doesnt Know there are 3 Of Them
Every joke I make about bread is one step closer from becoming /j to /srs. Save me
hi i will one day draw obk.k again but currently i have No Ideas for what to draw for them, they’re just a word rattling around in my brain rn and i’m on a huge fnaf kick since wendigoon and markiplier and battington all have released fnaf content in the last couple weeks so!! yeah i mean u can try and get me to draw them by sending reqs but all i’m thinking ab rn is william and evan and michael and elizabeth and
Bruh. Yall niggas are so fucking exhausting- if i have something to say about carol. Ima fuckin sayin. She was cool in the beginning now she fucking aggravates me. Whoops.
Dont comment on my shit- like.. I have the energy sometimes but like nah- im not finna block people cuz?? Yall aint worth that and its not like I'm bothered enough, just annoyed like shit-
who are you when you like someone?
Your result: the avoidant act.
You are like mist at dawn: present, ephemeral, leaving traces only those attuned can sense. When feelings surge, you retreat, letting distance protect the fragile pulse of your heart. Your love is both intimate and fleeting: the coffee you leave cooling in the mug they were supposed to share, the unsent message hovering like a breath over the keyboard, the warmth of a hand you don’t extend because timing is everything.
Imagine a quiet street at night: the sky bruised with purple and gold, the hum of cars distant, your coat brushing their arm as you turn away before anything can be claimed. In your absence is romance: the memory of your voice, the warmth of your glance, the faint pressure of your hand in theirs imagined but never taken. You preserve yourself through disappearance, and yet, paradoxically, your restraint becomes its own gift: a lingering presence, delicate, yearning, and deeply human.
I LISTENED TO THE ENTIRE SONG WHILE LOOKING AT THE SCREEN.
THE ENTIRE TIME.