A coral's dream

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اصن همه‌تون برین اندازه انگشتاتون بگیرین ببینم 🤨

از ناراحتی‌های جدیدم بهتون بگم خواستم انگشتر ورشو سفارش بدم و فقط تا سایز ۸ داشتن. و سایز انگشتای خودمم نمیگم. یاد پاهای کپل خواهر‌های ناتنی سیندرلا میفتم. خب اکچلی پاهامم کپله. گریه‌م میاد دیگه.

دیگر نمیدانم #art #amy

me: Aw! Me too! my brain: Well no one asked you anyway.

I DON'T WANNA GO OUT

بریزید سرش بوجی‌بوجی‌ش کنین واقعاً عالیه کارش‌

الان دقت کردم چرا صدا پشه میدم وقتی گربه می‌بینم؟

The only good thing about today

من عاشق این گیره‌های صاف رنگی هستم. هرجا دیدین برام بفرستین پست‌شو یا هرچی. بدو بدو می‌خرم. قرمزاشونم در قلبم جای جدا دارن.

this is playing nonstop in my head and idk why.

What kind of character do you assume Lisa is? Anon

Guys the pen name Paw is mine and I'm writing stuff, not great or anything but feels good to get them out of my head. You can add anything you want to them, whether inspiration or criticism. Smooch <3

She felt a presence. A very familiar one. That smell of oak wood and honey. She looked up. "I knew you weren't up for this." Lisa woke up. It was still night, the moon was there and she was panting. She searched her mind only to find this answer: "There is only one mountain near this town, dummy." -Paw

1/2 It was 1:34 a.m. Lisa looked outside the window, the moon was shining brightly, it was one night left till the full blue moon. She reviewed the promise in her head. "Night of the full blue moon, the nearest mountain to where we met, up on its first hill, the staying stone." "shouldn't be that hard to find." She thought. And she went to sleep. .................................................................. Lisa packed everything, brushed her hair and carefully installed the pink bow on the left side of her head. She took a deep breath and left the house. She was walking till some ominous feeling started to rise in her heart. She stopped. She felt like she was hit by a truck. The truck was the fact that she couldn't remember where they first met. Nervously, she sat on a bench and her knees started twitching. She had no destination. She couldn't make it. She was going to lose her only chance and she'd rather die. What seemed like hours was past and the night was welcoming the stars. Moon was rising...

The urge to write an essay about how quarantine made the wrong side of people get into anime and now fandoms cannot enioy the simplest things before getting called cringe and "chronically online"