body: starving. brain: let’s write a novel

apocalypse babies

congratulations, you’ve opened a feline nightclub

marvel’s newest avenger

i’m in my anti-hustle era

it’s lonely at the top

relationship goals: synchronized weirdness

who needs jenga when you have this

cone-cted

“sir, can you turn around?”

it’s not a phase, it’s survival

“hola! can you say ‘leftovers’?”

bzzzz… the sound of relief

unconditional love… with strict conditions

“math isn’t in our policy”

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