February 2012
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sour throat makes everything a whole lot worse.
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ooh someone is stalking my bestie…
care to tell me who you are, lovely?
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PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
archaeosaur:
social anxiety is when successfully ordering a pizza over the phone makes you feel like a fucking champion
why is my ass hurting.
im cutting it off.
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