fried rice and fried ego

when your cat becomes the main character without moving

boolieve it or not

armed with claws and charm

christmas eve and rachel sounds like a sitcom

amore… with extra parmesan

cat-aloging

i live in once upon a time out

when you’re built like a croissant but feel like a banana

sorry i can’t come, i already turned into crumbs and flew away

sorry, i’m just phasing through

fashion so good it’s gone

my canon is a crayon

inkredibly annoyed

velocislaytor

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