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this is the precise moment in an Agatha Christie novel right before the first murder
I don't want rubies or diamonds I want to travel the world in a mushroom
“while I stay forever young, this picture will bear the marks of my sin!”
this is the kind of relationship I aspire to, this is peak love
me and the gang once public transportation is fully funded
every year as the weather warms I think about Frog’s parents telling him that “spring is just around the corner”
this is the ideal relationship, this is what peak friendship looks like
no more suburban homes I want to live in the Brambly Hedge tree
her: you’re not crying in the kitchen again because that little boy said you were “born in the 1900s,” are you?
me: no I’m making tea