Current aesthetic: random polar bears with random French greetings.
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Fiat you little whore
Gryffindor looking for parking
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Current mood: wine drunk, listening to Ariana Grande and crying over my new son Klaus.
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Strangelove
Another SFM piece of mine.
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Third year will crap on your soul and rip your heart out.
So says the 4th year, Celtic, Victorian Steampunk lady.
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Meet you
Let’s travel to another dimension
Unlimited adventures in our possession
Maybe I might actually ask you
That’ll be damn character progression
To you, I will make this one confession
Maybe one day, now, soon or later
Scream Avanti; we’ll be on our way
Maybe we’ll even see Gallifrey
Allons-y is all I need to hear you say
We’ll be off unless it’s a boring Sunday
It’s pretty self-explanatory isn’t it
When your hair waves in the breeze
When you utter that cute little sneeze
The sight, the sound, it brings me to my knees
I’d kind of like to meet you one day
I don’t care about aesthetics, no
I don’t care if you’re a man, a lady or neither a one nor zero
I don’t care if you wear prosthetics
You’d still mean everything to me, an everyday hero
I’d still like to meet you one day
I may want to meet you in the future
But will you want to meet me
Will I be able to say, ”Hi, it’s me”?
They all say that courage is the key
But if I meet you I might just drop to one knee
I can just imagine how’d that be
First words being “I love you” like I’m some kind of a Ted Mosby
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see...
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A few more SFM posters I’ve excreted lately
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