PILOV HODNIK

"Real people aren’t perfect,
and perfect people aren’t real."

gasilci dint come kr smo prej ugotovil kaj je ahha

dokaz da nism uredu je to da sm musko nabila na najvecjo glasnost, kuham si kle makarone ceprou jih sploh nocm jest in se derem tkoda bom jutr za ekskurzijo zgubila glas:innocent: AMPAK GUYSS ZVI SE SAMM ENKRATT TKODA DELITE NAJVECJE NEUMNOSTI LEJJ USENN JEE. VAZNN JE SAM DA BOSTE NA KONC LAJFA REKLL DA STE UZIVALL NA POLNO:heart:
pa sori za to, jss res nism uredu hah

guys kdorkol me sprašuje kok sm stara, mi v profilu piše... sam z rimskimi črkami lol:joy:

guyss sam sporocamm jutrr dobitee nou delcekk moje zgodbicee hehe<3 skorr je ze napisanaa, sam se mall morm popravitt pa tkoo<3
uzivejtee:heart:

POV: ko najdeš v vreči z m&msi enga čudnga k je tko ful majhn, al tko bel al pa čist čudne oblike ahah:smirk:

Mental Health.
Ljudeki let's take care of ourselves :) je tough sam je tut okej, lej we're not perfect (no one is!) in normal je da mamo probleme pa strugglamo. Vem da sm to rekla prej, ampk ni "bad enough" al pa "sick enough". Vsak problem je problem ne glede na velikost. Tk da ja, get helpp guyss <33 or talk to someoneee it doesn't hurt i promisee ceprou some stuff makes you feel da boli samm when ur better u see how worthy it was <33

*i* Tubbo had seen as hundred corpses-they'd fallen against him during the battle, or he'd pulled them free from rock and dirt-but few had looked as peaceful as the prince in death. It was almost as if he was sleeping, his mortal wound hidden by his clothes and the red-and-blue coat tucked up to his chin. His head rested against soft hay a shade darker than his own golden hair. Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, "A friend," and *b* maybe in another life that wouldn't be a lie. *b* *i*

-Passerine

🥲ko je friendship canon povsod (tut v rl) ampak ne v tem specificnem fanficu