KOTIČEK PILOVCA/KE

*i* either way, we're not alone *i*
*i* I'll find a new place to be from *i*
*i* a haunted house with a picket fence *i*
*i* to float around and ghost my friends *i*


-I know the end, phoebe bridgers

hejla

a kdo mogoč, ki se spozna na peko, ve za kak res kvaliteten frosting za torto ali pa recept zanjga, ki se fajn prime, se ga lahko barva in ma tut okej okus?
čez 1 teden mam rd in mam letos namen nardit mal bolj specialno torto (vsaj izgled, okus bo čist basic) in sm razmišljala za po vrhu nekaj v tem smislu: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/25403185391119001/ ali nekaj takega: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/40039884181020944/ (seveda ne tak natančno duh)

hejj, a bi mi lahko prosim povrnla objavo v svetovalnici? ni blo nič neprimernga ampak so mi jo zbrisal :/
hvala ti <33

ko zboliš lih na dan, ki se ga veseliš že nekaj mescov (srečanje klasičnih gimnazij) :(
ful dobr ej

tripi tropi:pensive:
tropi tripa🥺
...:disappointed_relieved:

*i* They were equal forces, once upon a time. The Spider and the Songbird, Control and Freedom, the two oldest powers in the universe, the first of the gods - maintaining a delicate balance until one tipped the scale. *i*

-Passerine

*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

guys vsako leto je isto :(
vašim foram za 1. april NIHČE ne nasede