moth

Was February really that long ago?.. R.I.P. to the poison project I guess.

Stressed I've wasted this quarantine. I may never again get the chance to save the world by sitting on my butt.

What if I randomly mailed a muskmelon to my crush but then he got a restraining order against me. 

Sometimes I press my ears against the wall just to see if I can hear God humming. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What if I published a book in all French? I don't even know French. That'd be wild.

I need a place to put a FUCK YOU everytime I feel like saying it. Is that a story, would people read that?

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