i never ask him questions

there isn't enough room i'm filling up too soon [and tearing out sutures from the last attempt] exponentially multiplying internals growing too rapidly flowing out of me through yesterday's accident sliding between threads until they snap like wriggling beneath a fence until it falls on you breaking the dam the way that i am too big to swallow whole and, chewed up... still not digestible there just isn't enough room
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beads!
you always chop your face off.
how the heck did u take that picture? timer? show your face! x ♥
[Anonymous]
Nice beads =)
The writing sounds interesting... is that something you've done?
Don't worry about the mittens, maybe i'll find some tomorow... or i can allways knit them myself, attempt atleast.
[Anonymous]
so we want to see your face
[Anonymous]