Hug Burns.
You always hear people complain about rug burns. But you almost never hear of someone complain about hug burns.
Through out the day, I have funny thoughts. Sometimes, those funny thoughts turn into a seed. Sometimes, that seed blossoms into a beautiful flower. And sometimes, that beautiful flower tries to eat me.
These are those flowers. <3
These are those flowers. <3
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