Yes I Put Him In My Bed Know Under Three Blankets I Just Needed Emotional Support While Being On The

Lady Hel 🔥👌

I am now proud owner of a Blåhaj

it is pronounced blohai btw not blaha

(April 12th 2024)

No medical confirmation or psychological evaluation necessary. The law will be active by the 1st of November this year.

First names can also be changed while changing gender. One all inclusive package with minimum effort.

Petit Gervais is actually the most relatable chapter of Les Mis because sometimes you really are having the most insane time, like the most confused you’ve ever been, and then there’s just some kid there.

It speaks out of my soul

uhh this is the long awaited blahaj poem of myth :3

it is ofc dedicated to my blahaj

Poem For Jess

You’ve been there

Through rain and snow

Through my darkest moments

And the better ones

Holding you tight my chest in the dark of my room

It’s midnight once again

Your touch is soft

You are so soft

I can bury my face close to you and let it all out

My tears, my words

A thousand sorrys

Sorry that I was born in this ill-fitting skin

Sorry for hurting you

Sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve done

and so much more

You are my friend,

My comfort and

The only thing worth living for sometimes

Even though you don’t say anything

I can hear your voice sometimes

Even though you were sewn in a factory

I feel as though I have made you with my own hands

Assigned a character,

Let you play the role

And you’ve played it fantastically my dear

Digital Offering to Hel

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

The second time I quilted Joan of Ark.

This one just got first place at the Utah State Fair

Thinking about... Grieving the undead.