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anyways. When can I start screaming
me: hey kids you want a tarot card reading
kids: these are pokemon cards
me: you get a bidoof it means fuck you
I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
“Dawg this random bird trying to get me to adopt him”
I want this to be my life
das a beebee