reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.
[on date] *winks flirtily* and btw i am soooo haunted by the ghosts of my past mistakes and how preventable their consequences were. do you want me carnally
tumblr tags are fucked up for me rn they type what im saying like 5 times like im trapped in a well and its echoing around how am i meant to make my little jokes now :(
This is objectively a hilarious glitch though
ur right :/
tumblr glitch put op in a jar and shook it up and down violently
