little treasures for big smiles

tiny arms, massive consequences

install them like batteries

you call it inefficient. i call it iconic

she’s had enough of our nonsense

hug with a view

“mom believed in me… a bit too hard”

smell like angel, roar hell

I don’t believe in ghosts, but Casper’s my boy

man’s fruitiest friend

when life gives flirt…

possessed by belly demon

don’t trust post-cut people

betrayed by a bandito

Nitchest

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