now love me from over there, thanks

brain: “that info looked optional”

love language? citrus surgery

broke but brewed and bougie

eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

Insert pacifier to enter sleep mode

Roaring through the glass ceiling

gently sobs in millennial

asked for comfort, got a studio apartment

talent: under construction, batteries not included

guess i’m moisturized for eternity now

he said he was making ‘cloud armor’

someone get this man a gummy!

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