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bithday cake, clouds, and confetti
rose colored glasses and glasses of rosé. the perfect ratio of muffin to icing. blushing. looking up at the sky in search of him. not god, but close. it's frankie, baby. sorry about the kitty, you probably get tired. if it helps, i'm also sure it's what he'd call you. you’re soft and sweet and sassy like one. hiding amongst the teddy bears, the only one with claws. i’m sure you’d bite my hand so carefully it only feels good.








