unconditional love… with strict conditions

“math isn’t in our policy”

runs on bread

sounds like a bloody disappointment

myspace just rolled over in its grave

“back in my day, eggs were free”

fur-gotten ankles

eau de cozy blanket

claws and applause

stainfluencer

pandas gone loco

certified ladies’ man

the lights are on, no one’s home

passion? gravy. hobby? gravy.

time’s up, literally

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