༄ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ Pothos

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

You and I are one in the same then, the gates don’t usually open so I’m quite eager to see what’s planned

I plan for it, yes. Will you be there?

drinks will be sponsored by dio i don't make the rules

⠀ ⠀ a better question would be what ails me not . 🫩🫩＊ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 🫩＊ ⠀ ⠀

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⠀ ⠀⠀WOW. I missed ALOT. ⠀

⠀         ( bristling a little..! ) who are *you?

⠀ hm. hm, yes. been better. nothing i can handle, it will pass. ⠀

⠀ ⠀* 😮‍💨 Does it, ⠀now .ᐣ⠀ ⠀

ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩.

you're all i want my dear, my dear, my dear.

“ Perhaps you can help by watching the babies while I go to fulfill my tasks, hm? ”