I was told to announce whether I indeed have tentacles. I indeed have tentacles. Whatever comfort that brings you.
sooner or later, i'm still standing by the fact that somenight it'll happen. you've gotten me to long too much for the sight of the moons over the water
Then let us go. To seize this moment that is special to you. Perhaps we will both find our cravings settled in the company of one another.
i'd still really enjoy that, which isn't something i say lightly with *enjoyment* being a rare part of my vocabulary. i hope you could find something similar, if not just to satisfy your craving
Revelry is equally not something expressed within my vernacular. There is a surprising part of me that finds satisfaction with these words you speak. Fondness for individuality rather than collective. Perhaps this is the "enjoyment" you speak of. In which case it is already present.
My tentacles are quite warm yes. Is that preferably for any particular reason?
i think enjoyment can be found in many ways i think even the simple emptiness of just “satisfaction” can be a beautiful calm in and of itself emptiness, darkness, even death all have forms of enjoyment through appreciation or even simple content a soapy spiel aside i could dm you and maybe we can discuss enjoying the taffy and quiet sooner rather than later