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A user of established repute
Heir of Hares
"...a lovingly granted title for lagomorphs of interdimensional variety..."
All Aboard!
conducting the night train. do you have your ticket?
Believer of Whimsy
Your crops are watered, your vibes are pure, and you're friends with Florid.
FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
(\ /) yes, i know that love is like ghosts oh, and the moonlight, baby, shows you what's real there ain't language for the things i feel and if i can't have you, then no one ever will oh, if i can't have you, then no one ever will.