he was pinching on either sides of the other side of my elbow where my arm folds in with his eyebrows and his cheeks to squeeze out tears but none would dribble. i patted his back out the front door and smiled and said "seeeyaa later, we only provide homework to those who can drop an eyepeice or dozen over the name of his loved one.
such a shame central is running with the hidden key towards the wrong hidden direction but turns left just in time. alternate ending: instead of turning left just in time, hides key only to find it in the other dimension she strolled through without realizing while finding a key she hid in a completely different location while in her home dimension. this key has crystals and red sparks, and orange hairs which means it isnt fully grown. once in a while its blood cells collide and they spark up condensation between one another and very rarely does that lead to conversation since only a few well known blood cells speak both languages.

how easy is it do you expect to translate red from white?



ive made an art of stoned ramblings
nightlight Reviewed by nightlight on . Rambling... I am such a rambler when high... like, I don't realize how I sound until I go back over the conversation in my head seconds after doing it. Tell me I'm not alone! Rating: 5