moo deng bites to show love . she knows that she must love ferociously, or not at all

it's cold , in the room. but the walls will warm me with their redness. and my blanket of armor will resist evil

moo deng's cupid pink cheeks are a dead giveaway . she knows love, and so she knows pain and betrayal . she is hurting

i think i would be naturally very good at hanging limply from the jaws of a great animal

whenever fallen down from undertale starts playing in my head i know that i am going to be ok

I watched coraline two times yesterday

the machine is beckoning me by creating fascinating rhythmic patterns . i am drawn in by its dizzying musical structure

{pointing to the shopping carts a grocery store employee is herding} sheep. Strange flock. but beautiful . u are good shepherd

im transforming into some weird blurry thing u can't quite make out

im scrambling to understand something . im looking everywhere for something sense-making

laughing and laughing at the silly trying world . it is so cute when it perseveres

something i don't understand . paper cut love . the small ignorable stinging

and i'm not sure why the wolves have to circle me right now. i guess if it is their job , or talent. Then who am i to object

im thugging it out in the meadow of perfections . the bees buzz at a healing frequency And the golden flowers lift my spirits

the stars dance around my head because they love me. and i love to be loved

{angrily banging on the bottom of a pot with a ladle} I LOVE EVERYTHING I LOVE EVERYTHING