aren't you supposed to ask me to stay sane for you?

embroidery needle stabbing a little too harshly into her work, only to come up against a tangle of threads in the back, grimacing and simply forcing it through.

insanity it is then.

/ alright who's getting flipped

stood upon a balcony overlooking the moat surrounding the ice palace, gaze tilted upwards to the moon, half obscured by clouds that threaten the next snow fall, an attempt to grasp a few moments of peace if nothing more.

not quite.

a very realistic and non-removable wig.

. . . of a sort.

great. i hope your morals and piety are loose.

we might run into some problems.

just some things you might not love.

my family and that family make me wish i was an orphan.

slow down now.

/ now is there anyone who can be bullied into making brum

/ i want to actually write on here so i'm going to make it everyone's problem

pros of living in fjerda: apple cakes helmut cons of living in fjerda: everything else

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