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chasingplotswithyou asked: I accidentally made a heart shape out of my jam on my toast the other day and I looked at it and thought it was kawaii until I remembered there is no such thing as love. So I stabbed it and ate it. I thought of you. :D
If there’s no such thing as love, then what’s the strange sensation creeping over me as I read this?
Probably bloodlust.
what if one day you were scrolling through your dashboard when you saw a picture that someone took of you doing something weird that you didn’t know anybody saw you doing with like 20k notes
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I climbed into my sleeping tree and closed my eyes. That was a week ago. I woke up just now and everything is different, there’s blood all over the leaves and iTunes looks new and weird
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