om nom nom nom?
old news makes babby wonkobox cry.
now laying with my legs tucked under me
It’s broad daylight, I’m sitting on a couch, and suddenly I don’t my trust my feet not to be eaten unless I keep checking that they’re still there.
om nom nom nom?
old news makes babby wonkobox cry.
now laying with my legs tucked under me
It’s broad daylight, I’m sitting on a couch, and suddenly I don’t my trust my feet not to be eaten unless I keep checking that they’re still there.