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Allie.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space... one morning, I came to this glorious place. And I first saw the trees! The Truffula Trees! The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees! Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
snakes in here, Amy
formerly oflights/jasonreitman.
currently watching:
okay that’s it i give up
i suck
you are endearing and made of stuff that just makes me want to hug you forever and ever.
she tried to write something for me because i requested it, but her brain farted in her inspiration’s face and refused to do anything. instead she sent me a penguin to make up for it. in return she got a gnome; they own her heart. TRUFAX, SON, EVEN IF THIS ALL SOUNDS SPURIOUS.
UGH YOU ARE SO SWEET. <3333 i do not deserve you or your hugs, tbh.
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amysnakehole reblogged this from lyrist and added:
UGH YOU ARE SO SWEET.
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lyrist reblogged this from amysnakehole and added:
you are endearing and made of stuff that just makes me want to hug you forever and ever. she tried to write something...
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wildfin said:
Shit, are you okay?
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lyrist said:
baby!! is this related to the penguin? it’s ok, it’s ok! my prompt wasn’t even a prompt. it was half-formed and poor and not worthy of a real story. i should have given you more to work with. <3333 I LOVE YOU.
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paynegea said:
Lies!!!
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