That’s the face of twenty broken spirits

And people say nerds don’t know how to party

“Get in, loser, we’re going to the vet”

My cat is going to explode

Celery is somewhere crying in a corner

Autocorrect is the ultimate backseat driver

You can’t pause it, and you can’t leave

Don’t call me unless you are a nightmare

Everything is a metaphor if you’re bored enough

My love for Strawberry Kiwi knows no bounds

My storage is full, but my heart is fuller

The majestic orange forest

Is there a gift shop at the top?

Neither of us has seen sunlight since Tuesday

Moving the laundry pile to a larger room

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