dusted off the frost
leaves in the shape of me
you feel the
leaves off the dust ;
every color in you
my favorite
the music dances in you
i can see
every color
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seen from United States
seen from China
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
dusted off the frost
leaves in the shape of me
you feel the
leaves off the dust ;
every color in you
my favorite
the music dances in you
i can see
every color
who’s up, who wants robots?
so I'm pretty sure I'm high cuz my brain pretty sure stopped making its own noises and I'm blasting hyperpop on earphones to make SOMETHING flash and dance in there
Why isn't there a farming sim where you move to a small struggling town to take over your family's farm to start growing weed?
I mean keep all the farming sim staples like cozy vibes, dating, fun NPCs, keep the farming and crop growing elements just also tack on the primary money maker being items infused with hemp.
Like, there's an interesting story about the change a community goes through. The legalization causes a dived in the community that is a complex web of unraveling the stigma around hemp while also addressing some of the issues with how it is being used of it. Example: How people are smoking it in public areas and how to address laws around it now.
It could be neat, at least I think so.
considerjng posting my fic of chip getting gangbanged while drunk on ao3 what do we think
shameka, keisha tara, shawna, sabrina crystal, daronda
-freek-a-leek, petey pablo
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Draw Erase Draw It was almost like breathing Inhale Exhale Inhale My lungs were the paper Your lines were the smoke And I tried really hard to not get addicted
Draw Erase Draw
It was almost like love Forgive Forget Forgive My skin was the paper Your lines were the bruises And I tried really hard to not feel the pain
Now there are eraser and pencil shavings In my bed from where I tried to draw you But they feel more like saw dust and razor shavings From where I built you up into something greater than you actually were
-c.h.