I may be a 5’6 fuzzy, pasta bloated blob, but I am free.
freedom includes a bowl of pasta.
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I may be a 5’6 fuzzy, pasta bloated blob, but I am free.
freedom includes a bowl of pasta.
Oh to be a a fuzzy lil puppy and just be like no thoughts head empty just cuddles
it’s always “Zoe why did you give me a can tab” and never “Ohmygosh thank you for giving me this awesome gift I will treasure it forever Zoe.”
*cough* @alexijungle *cough*
everyone’s boring now no one wants to be whimsical anymore
wow its cold
Open RP - Angst
Zoe was tired.
So tired.
Her grandmother, Mystique, wanted her back. Zoe didnt want to go back.
She bamfed another mile, hair whipping behind her, before stumbling and sliding down a tree.
She looked up at the stars and watched them grow blurry, until her head slumped and the sky went black.
Hallo zusammen!!! > <
I’m Zoe, and by the last name and blue fur, I hope you would have guessed that I’m Nightcrawler’s daughter.
in which case you are correct.