I love you.
P.s. I got braces
Hadas
Are you ready

never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
( I is watchin' you now >:] )
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The moral of this story is,
never give up hope.
If someone burts your bubble,
mix up some more soap.
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"I would suggest that it's not the medium, but the quality of perception and expression, that determines the significance of art. But what would a cartoonist know?" --Bill Watterson
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95% of Deviants have a stupid '95% of people' signature. If you're one of the 5% who don't-oh wait. Damn.
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Better read it first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later
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There is no charge for awesomeness.
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Better read it first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later
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Founder of the Immaculate Garlic Potatoes Appreciation Society.
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everything is suspect!!!!!!!!!!
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Better read it first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later
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