slapping modeling clay around blindly without thought or purpose, i look down and find a perfectly sculpted replica of myself seated at a table with a lump of modeling clay before me, similarly shaped into a still smaller instance of the same scene. and i am afraid to look up
There have been mourning doves outside my house every morning and my favorite thing is when they notice you and enter alert mode.
For the last time. A bear is a FAT hairy man. FAT. FAT. Say it with me because it's not a bad word. Bears are fat men. Stop showing me dehydrated and muscular hairy white men. That is not a bear. That is some generic white guy I don't want to look at. Give me real bears or give me death.
of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns
easy website
^^^ me when I’m trying to calm down my horse named “Website”
weird horse
"Websight" is a Valid Warrior Cat Name!
