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I whisper, "My baby," in regards to

- Bill fucking Cipher.
- An angry hedgehog with the ability to control fire
- My crush (No touchy)
- A preteen who loves mystery 
- A whiny emo ghost
- A small ninja-Android
- A girl with sweaters
- Cause he's deAD
- Cheesehead with a vampire complex 
- Broke and badass (Valerie Gray because that wasn't too specific)
- Space Boi™
- Paranormal boy who needs someone to listen to him
- Blue Bae > Bay
- RACHEL DAWN AMBER AKA PERFECTION
- Drug dealing with a lot of emotions
- and everyone I know is dead again I just wanna fuck the angel

I ramble an awful lot and I apologize for that. It's something I'm used to, and I don't have any plans to stop. Mainly because it's sort of a huge part to my existence, and I feel proud with loud and long words. 

Fame? Nah. Stories? Possibly. Comments? Absolutely.

Welcome to my world fam.