My life should have a sign that reads something like this:
- Geckos are NOT ALLOWED.
(BuAc=1): mg = 3πaλcosα [uh|combustion] // where λ = fierce
Dreams are the subconscious’s playground, a way of the mind to entertain itself while in rest.
I am doing my best so that when someone does finds me, I’m still not a ball of scars.
Is that purple knomes dancing?
*grabs two by the hands and twirls*
Oh, what a pretty blue nose you have!