𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍 .ᐟ ִ ࣪𖤐

there are teeth marks on everything he loves.

the badly dressed, shift worker of yours.

but it’s eight forty five.

it’s okay, i can log in at a coffee shop.

did you not hear my adjective, harpea? fuck, what is she doing here?

wicked is merely an exercise in elaborate fan fiction, orbiting the original imagination of l. frank baum.

you’ve probably already been in nine thousand searches already.. sure, only if you admit that you have t rex, grabby hands.

look at little miss lateness about to loose all of her punctual badges on linkedin.

get her to do a first aid refresher or something.. and to answer your question, yes.

insist sweetpea needs to do it.

you don’t have a reason to be at work today, how about you join me for a decaf?

not now munchkin.

when we leave this room, it's gone.

who cares.