#pv system

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

Stay positive due all these challenges…and learning is a lifelong process!

Comment: Maybe we really should be more optimistic! Donald Trump is just an old, senile man who will die in the near future anyway, but unfortunately, as his "final farewell“, he is dealing his country a fatal blow. A country that has lived beyond its means for decades at the expense of the rest of the world - and will sooner or later face its moment of truth: no one will finance this behavior anymore. Trump is not solving America's problems, he is making them worse. Napoleon, whom Trump likes to quote, said: "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." And the US has accumulated many enemies over the years - and is currently alienating its partners and friends as well.

The world will continue to turn without the US. Europe (especially Germany) is doing the right thing by focusing on renewable energies. The energy policy transformation will require effort, but once it's achieved, it will pay off in the long run. On the contrary, those who missed the boat out of complacency or short-term greed (the US) will pay the price in the future.

Our PV system and heat pump have been in operation for two weeks now – and for the past two weeks we have only been using the energy we generated ourselves. Our fireplace has been shut down forever two weeks ago. Of course, things will be different in winter, when the heat pump consumes more electricity and we produce less electricity ourselves. The investment was also painful in the short term (there are nicer things to spend the money on and craftsmen in the house disturb the usual Feng Shui) – but in the long term, it will reduce our overall annual running costs. This goal in our microcosm is also the goal on a global level – except perhaps for oil and gas producers, whose lives of abundance many of us helped to finance in the past. Spending money to invest in more efficient infrastructure is smart and will pay off in the future. Spending money to make the rich even richer (Trump's "beautiful" tax giveaway) is foolish and a complete waste of money.

The world is changing – and that frightens many people. Mostly those who have been on the sunny side of life so far. But many also see this change as a positive thing, because change offers also an opportunity.

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

[blueberry-blast]

Getting a feel for my designs for smilk & all of his era's, plus some headcanons & extras.

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

[prev]

Nowadays, Pure Vanilla has gotten used to his sleep fluctuating wildly between turbulent dreams and sleep like the void itself has swallowed him whole. It seems like a game of chance whenever he rests his head down, and neither option leaves him any less tired the next morning.

Today, his dreams are absurd, swirling and spilling into each other, and vividly upsetting in a way he can't identify. He shut his eyes tight, but that doesn't block out the rest of his senses. He can hear begging, crying, shouting, and the scent of something burning and wilted lilies clashes in the air, creating a suffocating smell that winds around him slow. It is awful, but it is slightly less so, now that he knows how to recognise when he is in a dream. More importantly, he has a question, and he is more than aware of Shadow Milk's lingering presence.

"You founded the study of Dark Moon Magic, didn't you?"

It is a soft question, but one that is sure of itself. Instantly, the sounds and smells and sensations that had been plaguing Pure Vanilla disappear. Pure Vanilla keeps both his eyes closed for the time being, just in case. Tonight, his staff is absent like a missing leg, and he misses the added security of being able to look through it.

"Oh, come on! Don't interrupt the scene, we were just getting to the good part!" Shadow Milk's voice responds with frustration, the sound coming from all sides. It is precisely because it comes from all sides that Pure Vanilla keeps his eyes closed, not quite trusting that the shards of his nightmares have been fully swept away. He doesn't want to find out what Shadow Milk could possibly consider to be 'the good part' amidst the sounds of suffering and anguish.

Instead, Pure Vanilla sighs. "It was your choice to stop everything when I asked that, wasn't it? You can't blame me for that."

"Bzzt! Wrong! I can blame you because you did interrupt. It doesn't matter what I did in response, a disruption is a disruption." Shadow Milk declares loudly, voice a little rougher, as if he was daring Pure Vanilla to argue back. But his voice is now only coming from one source, right in front of him, so Pure Vanilla cautiously opens his eyes to check the surroundings.

He finds himself in the library of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, and nostalgia eagerly rears its head within him, somewhat surprised. He's stood beside a littered table, surrounded by the deep blue bookshelves of his youth and the comforting smell of aged paper. The details blur a little past that, some of the shelves lighter, more like the bookshelves in his chambers in the Vanilla Kingdom, leaving it less like a perfect replica and more like a collage made out of bits and pieces of his lifetimes' worth of memories, but it is mostly the Blueberry Yogurt library.

Shadow Milk is across the table from him, tutting when Pure Vanilla takes too long to reply. He leans his elbows on the table, propping his chin on the bridge of his linked fingers. "Sneaky, silly-Vanilly, trying to use me to get out of your funny little nightmares. Very, very sneaky."

"It worked, didn't it?" Pure Vanilla says, a bit stiffly, because that had never been his main intention, mostly because Shadow Milk isn't nice enough for him to think it would work. No, his main intention is genuine curiosity, and that is exactly why he continues to prod. "...You didn't answer my question."

"Because it's a stupid one." Shadow Milk hums back, tilting his head to the side. He tilts it far enough that his cheek is now resting against his hands instead of his chin. "You should be able to figure that out yourself. Didn't I already tell you where my home is?"

Pure Vanilla doesn't answer for a moment, laying a tentative hand on the edge of the table as he tries to squint at the papers across its surface in the dim lamplight. It takes him a second to realise that they're all forbidden texts on Dark Moon Magic, and when he does, he murmurs back. "It's better to clarify than assume, isn't it?"

This time, Shadow Milk is the one who doesn't answer for a moment, instead staring at him with those piercing eyes. Pure Vanilla can feel more around him, behind him, lurking in the shadows pooling in the nooks and crevices and he can't help it – he shivers slightly.

That reaction must be enough for Shadow Milk, because he snorts, and pushes off the table to lean back, kicking his feet up onto the table and right on top of texts, which is already enough to make Pure Vanilla wince. Poor library etiquette aside, the movement is horribly uncanny to watch, partly because he is leaning back onto thin air instead of a chair, partly because he moves so quickly it's like his limbs snap into place, and partly because his smile is stretched far too thin as he does so.

"Of course I did. I'm very talented, you know." Shadow Milk announces smugly, his eyes never leaving him. They narrow slightly, all of them in suspicious synchronisation, and he raises his eyebrows expectantly. "But I must admit, I am crumbling to know why you brought it up."

Whys are always difficult to answer, especially for something as difficult as motives, which can morph and change over time. Pure Vanilla hates lying, but he hates lying in front of Shadow Milk even more, because he seems to recognise every single one and Pure Vanilla doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.

But he really can't admit the core of the matter to his face. He can't admit that ever since he glimpsed the ghost of Shadow Milk's past, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. He can't admit that he is actively trying to glimpse it again, and what better way to try and draw it out than with any scholar's pride and joy – their work?

"It's impressive. I, myself, have mastered White Magic over the years, and I certainly contributed to its development, but I cannot claim that I created it as a school of magic." Pure Vanilla explains instead, and it isn't a lie either, just lacking all the details. He fidgets a bit, tugging at his own sleeves, adding quieter. "Dark Moon Magic is forbidden too, so there aren't many detailed sources left on it. I want to know more about its founding."

I want to know more about you.

There is another lapse of silence, and Pure Vanilla is tense with tentative hope. After all, if Shadow Milk was really against the topic altogether, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of plucking him out of his nightmares.

Shadow Milk's smile is sharp like a knife, clashing with the casual way he folds his arms behind his head, almost languid as he finally muses. "Oh, really? That doesn't sound right. I'm sure there's enough details lying around to get the gist of it. After all, you've used Dark Moon Magic before, so you must know something about it already."

Pure Vanilla flinches back, and it isn't a surprise that he knows about that too, not anymore, but it still leaves him with unstable footing. Regardless, he doesn't let that scare him off the topic, which he suspects is exactly why Shadow Milk said it. "...I've only really used it once, and I don't remember much about what happened. So I may know something, but that something is rather little."

It's a confession, and the truth. His brief tangle with Dark Moon Magic is a complete blur in his own mind, watered down to blinding sensations and a heartache so intense he had felt like he was crumbling. Theoretically, he knows enough about Dark Moon Magic to hold a conversation, but he remembers nothing about it in practise.

"You know who could help you with that?" Shadow Milk asks, seemingly unbothered, but the words curl with open mockery and a smirk. He tilts his head back slightly so he can look down on Pure Vanilla and throws his arms out dramatically. "Our beloved, newly coronated Guardian! She has plenty of experience with–"

Pure Vanilla's heart lurches painfully.

"Don't talk about her!" He interrupts, voice bursting out louder than he expected and panic fluttery in his chest. He doesn't want to hear him tear at her old wounds, even if she can't hear it herself. He knows how vulnerable that cry makes him seem though, and he fumbles to lower his voice to something softer, less shaky. "Don't– please, I'm asking you for a reason."

Shadow Milk giggles, a strange grating sound that climbs higher with each breath, until he is laughing in earnest. He curls into himself, arms wrapped around his middle, and the position looks painful with his feet still planted on the table. Pure Vanilla watches him warily, a little shaken by the mention of White Lily, and wonders if maybe, he was wrong about what he thought he saw in Shadow Milk. He has been seeing more things that aren't there, recently.

His laughter stops abruptly. The stillness that follows is jarring, but doesn't last long.

Slowly – so slowly that it is unnerving, for someone who typically moves as erratically as him – Shadow Milk reaches forward with one hand and plucks a scroll up from the table. He unrolls it with a lazy flick of his wrist, the other end tumbling away over the edge of the table and across the floor. It is a smooth movement, Pure Vanilla notes through the pounding of his heart and his scrambled nerves, a practised motion that speaks of thousands of opened scrolls.

Shadow Milk peers over at the contents of the scroll with an empty, disinterested expression, his legs melting through the table until he appears to be sitting somewhat politely again. The sudden switch to this from his near hysterical laughter leaves Pure Vanilla disturbed, unsure if this is progress or not.

"I wanted to strike a balance between Black and White Magic." Shadow Milk says, his voice a disconcertingly low murmur, almost monotone. While his main eyes remain steadily on the scroll, the rest are eagerly burrowing into Pure Vanilla from all sides. "Black Magic draws from the void, making it unpredictable and destructive by nature, but full of potential. White Magic draws from the moon, primarily, and other celestial sources, making it safer and easier to use, but limited in its purity. If I could find the middle ground, I could harness magic with more flexibility and power but less unpredictability."

Shadow Milk pauses then, his eyes sliding up to stare right at Pure Vanilla, and his lips quirk upwards. When he speaks again, his voice gains a little more character but remains mainly flat, like a poorly-delivered theatrical monologue. "The dark side of the moon was the obvious choice for a source of that kind of power, because it's the natural overlap between the moon and the void. Once you figure out a source for magic, it's simple to find a way to draw from it, and to make it simpler, I had access to the knowledge of the Witches at my fingertips. All I had to do was write everything down, and the school of Dark Moon Magic was born. Easy-peasy!"

Shadow Milk throws the scroll to the side with little fanfare, not even sparing a glance at those ancient texts as they land in a heap of old paper on the floor, uncaring of if they damage or rip. And why would he? They both know this is a dream, and even if it wasn't, he had written that scroll himself.

Pure Vanilla would have cared, dream or not, if he wasn't wholly distracted, reduced to only a wide-eyed blink.

Because Shadow Milk may feign a bored face and voice, as if reading off a report or a particularly uninspiring script, but when their gazes meet, his eyes glitter like shooting stars, sparking with pride and passion and something else.

It captivates Pure Vanilla, the very same shine that comes with a breakthrough for every researcher. It is exactly what he had been hoping to see again, but the sight still leaves him feeling unmoored, even if pleasantly. Intruige and hope swirl within him, and he suddenly finds himself desperate to hold onto this ghost of the past, to make it stay longer and help it spill into the present.

"What does it feel like?" The question comes out before Pure Vanilla can think it through, focused on continuing the conversation before Shadow Milk can pick up his showmanship again in full. "Dark Moon Magic, I mean."

Shadow Milk huffs, a playful grin settling on his face again, and a sickening mix of dread and disappointment trickles through Pure Vanilla as he watches him lean over, crushing more texts beneath his palms. For a scary moment, he expects him to make another quip towards his previous use of the magic, or worse, bring up White Lily again.

He doesn't. Shadow Milk kicks his legs up behind him, so that he is laying on his stomach in mid-air, and cheerfully asks, "How about I show you?"

He doesn't wait for Pure Vanilla to process what he said, let alone reply. He reaches out and ensnares Pure Vanilla's hand, the one normally occupied with his staff, and laces their fingers together. Pure Vanilla doesn't reciprocate the hold, surprised, but only tries a small unsuccessful tug in response.

Shadow Milk's grip is an oppressive pressure, tight but not quite painful. He presses their palms together firmly, and Pure Vanilla gasps.

Magic bursts through the contact, rushing through his jam in a dizzying, warm flood. It is thicker, heavier than the magic Pure Vanilla is used to, thrumming and twisting as if it has a mind of its own, almost scratching at his dough as if trying to consume him, and he can't even concentrate on it because– because–

He can see everything.

Pure Vanilla really, truly can. He can see Shadow Milk's curling smile in front of him, he can see the Faeries having a feast, he can see Black Raisin greeting the moon from one of the Vanilla Castle's towers, he can see Dark Cacao striding through the citadel, he can see White Lily going through her morning routine, he can see his own sleeping body, and places and Cookies he doesn't have the presence of mind to recognise, all simultaneously. He doesn't know what to focus on, doesn't even know how to focus on anything, and his head hurts like it is falling apart.

This is how Shadow Milk has been watching me, he thinks deliriously, the only thought he can manage as he drowns in his sights.

And then, in a snap, he is back in the library with only one scene to see. His vision swims a little at the edges as if it didn't get the message, and he wobbles in place.

Shadow Milk is still holding his hand, but the grip is slightly looser, and the stream of his Dark Moon Magic is gone like a whisper. His grin is sinister and too big for his face, but his eyes still burn like stars.

"Fun, isn't it?" Shadow Milk coos, giddy like it is a shared secret, lifting Pure Vanilla's trembling hand and brushing a kiss to the back that buzzes with Dark Moon Magic. "My very first masterpiece."

Pure Vanilla wakes up disoriented, with a ringing headache and an itch in the back of his hand. White Lily notices his poor state almost immediately when she sees him – wonderful as she is – and she asks if he had a nightmare with that gentle, concerned slope to her brows.

Pure Vanilla adjusts his grip on his staff, leaning against it more than usual.

"No." He assures her lightly, not quite the truth and not quite a lie.

[next]

[becca4leafclover]

do you think that when the Ancients all met again after receiving their Soul Jams, White Lily and Pure Vanilla were surprised to find what the other's was embodying?

They've known each other forever. Two lonely souls, two kindred spirits that found each other when there was no one else able to keep up with them. Even though it's been a long time, no one really knew them better than the other.

So when reuniting with the Ancients after many years apart, the other three are joyous and celebratory over their accomplishments. But Pure Vanilla and White Lily instead look to each other with some amount of surprise- and concern, or maybe suspicion, it's hard to say, their expressions aren't equal anymore.

When they get a moment to themselves, it doesn't take long for them to come to the deep topic. Pure Vanilla thinks its curious, that he has what he would have thought would go to her, and her Freedom with him. White Lily agrees, hearing the virtues of these mysterious new powers, she would have thought the same.

She's more worried though. If she embodies Freedom, does that mean she's never going to find the truth she seeks? The one she's spent so long looking for? Pure Vanilla hasn't found it since they left school, has he? Pure Vanilla is puzzled- no, not that he's aware of. He's found... peace. Something he thinks would be better embodied by "Freedom" than "Truth," though he thinks he can see how his understanding might fit under both.

He says that if he's found this Truth, despite not searching for it, he's sure that whatever White Lily finds at the end of her journey, it must be of equal to his revelations.

He offers to explain his enlightenment to her, maybe it will help her? But White Lily refuses- she knows that the answers he's sought and what she seeks are not the same. She thanks him with her deep, sad smile though, the one that he knows is her truly grateful but still yearning. He says that she shouldn't worry- he thinks Freedom suits her well.

Looking back at that conversation, maybe both of them should have realized that neither of them really knew each other after all. They barely even knew themselves in that moment.

[o-i-w-u]

in which the golden sovereign steals a grieving war general

[sandfordpolice]

Would it be weird to request Brush stim board,, 👉👈 like the VR chat avatar

—Goosey

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[radiomogai]

keep seeing a lot of flags that say "a queer person who does/is xyz" such as presentation terms for example, and we don't identify as queer or as lgbtq, i mean we are aroacespec and gnc and could be if we wanted to but are kind of unlabeled about it and idk, not everyone identifies that way and it bothers me to see so many terms that i want to use but it feels like it's excluding me, and i guess i could use the terms regardless but it bothers me idk why

Yeah, I think it's fair for you to feel bothered by it. I'm certain that the mention of 'a queer person' in those definitions is done a) using queer as an umbrella term, b) to signify that the term is intended to be considered queer and/or MOGAI, or c) simply because that's how it's done in similar terms, which is to say that I highly doubt it's done maliciously, but we do agree that there's room for conversation there and we've thought about it before!

One thing I do think it's worth noting is that definitions for identity terminology don't necessarily have to be followed word-for-word. At least through our understanding of them, identity labels should be used as tools for explaining and discussing pre-existing experiences, rather than markers with which new, strict boxes are created and separated from others. We have over the years noticed a tendency in MOGAI for people to stick to definitions very closely, and admittedly it is something we've personally done as well. It does on one hand make sense, given factors such as the individualism in the MOGAI community, the high number of autistics present (in specific, I am thinking about the common autistic trait of thinking literally and following directions and information to the letter), and the not only option to but encouragement for one to simply coin their own term if they feel none other apply to them. On the other hand, we believe it can be somewhat antithetical to some of the ideals and values of the broader queer community, such as non-conformance and pride in such, insistence of one's existence even when such existence is denied and silenced, and the fluidity and evolution of language. On what is admittedly a bit more of an arrogant, personal pet peeve note, we're frustrated with it given the simultaneous prevalence of misconceptions, re-defining, and even stubborn ignorance about the meanings of more structural, meta, what-have-you terminology, such as gender qualities or gender systems. All of this is somewhat tangential, admittedly, and I'll note that I don't bring up queerness here to push you into it, but rather I do so for ease of communication. The point in saying all of it: I don't think you necessarily need to be queer to apply these terms to yourself.

We have wondered before about why all of these terms specify queerness, making them exclusively for queer people. We've wondered before if someone who is, in every way, not queer, if they were to apply one of these labels to themself, would it make them queer? Given that these are queer terms, after all. Are these terms themselves a sort of... root, of queerness, for lack of a better term, or are they rather conceptualized as modifiers of a sort, additional layers of clothing to place on top of a previously-established queer body? What is it about these terms that makes them queer, why are they queer? If one were to define queerness (with of course the note that it is a term which escapes single, over-arching definability) as variance from societally-expected and societally-imposed norms for behaviour, self-identification, presentation, and/or social roles, then hold these terms against said definition, how would they measure? As an aside before I continue the previous sentence's line of thinking, there is, too, a potential implication with these sorts of terms that it is queer people and only queer people who are 'allowed' or who have access to additional terminology as well as flags to describe their presentations, which can be seen as not only exclusionary to people like you, anon, but also as a form of division between the queer and the non-queer, the variant and the conformant, diametrically opposed and lacking overlap.

There is great diversity in these terms, but to pick just a few from our recently-reblogged to use as illustrative examples (solely for the purposes of discussion and illustration, not as criticism), we'll use pathetic xenintation ("a queer presentation label based off the concept of pathetic-ness, aesthetics of being pathetic, or just pathetic things, etc.") and lemonade float ("any queer person who presents their gender through the colors white and yellow").

Pathetic xenintation is, as name suggests, a xenintation, which is itself defined as, "a queer presentation label umbrella based off general concepts for one’s personal presentation. A presentation outside the traditional gender binaries, and making their experience their own!" So, altogether, pathetic xenintation is an identity label for when one presents their identity to others not through relation to the gender binary but through the concept of pathetic-ness or of being pathetic. Here, then, there's a definite argument for why pathetic xenintation, as well as other xenintations overall, would be considered to be and labelled as being for queer people: pathetic xenintation is not simply a term to describe one who presents in a pathetic manner but it is a term to describe one who does not conform to the societally-imposed gender binary, and it is thus queerness emerges from this nonconformance to said binary. As for my earlier question, yes, a person who is otherwise conformant in every manner yet whom is pathetic xenintation would indeed be considered queer by virtue of being so. Perhaps the notion of "outside the traditional gender binaries [sic]", baked into the overall definition of what a xenintation is, is lost in most xenintation sub-term coining posts, resulting in xenintation terms being read in a simplified manner summed up as "presenting in [x] manner/a presentation related to [x]", with disregard (most likely most often unintentionally and/or unknowingly) to what it is that makes queerness significant in the idea of any given xenintation.

Lemonade float is part of the beverage presentation system, which as far as I can find has no explicit definition. An inferred definition, building out from the original coining post by satyrradio, would be that the beverage presentation system is a presentation system utilizing the names of beverages to describe identities in which a queer person uses a colour to present their gender; any queer person who presents their gender through the colour [x], to take from the definitions of the terms that were on said original coining post. So, once again we ask, what makes this queer? Why are these terms specified as being descriptive of queer people? It very well could be the case that it is not done so for purposes of excluding those who are conformant, but rather that queerness is noted in the definition as it is simply part of the label; these terms having not simply the purpose of indicating one presents their gender through the usage of a specified colour but also that they are, related or unrelated to said colour-presentation-usage, queer. It is possible and I would argue likely that queerness was noted in the definitions not to exclude those who are conformant but because the coiner was themself (I have forgotten pronouns and satyrradio is deactivated so I cannot check) queer and creating for their own community. Yet to ask again, barring those explanations and assuming it is indeed that these terms are intended to be in themselves queer, what makes them queer? What difference is there between someone who is lemonade float and someone who is a conformant woman who presents her womanhood through the colours white and yellow? To draw from the earlier discussion of xenintation, one might argue that it is not the usage of colours which makes beverage presentation terms queer, but a prioritization of the usage of colours above other aspects. An obvious retort to this would be the definition's lack of specification of this, as well as the open-ended nature of how it says "who presents their gender through". There is no clear indication of whether said queer person does or does not value ideas of the societally-imposed gender binary, there is no suggestion of in what manner this person is already considered queer (although when it comes down to it, at least in the Western society I write this from and thus use the lens of, there is heavy entwinement between concepts of gender, orientation, sex, presentation, and so on; a cis straight woman who presents masculinely is assumed to be a lesbian given that femininity is seen as tied with attraction to men, so when she rejects femininity it is assumed she too rejects attraction to men, and this is to say nothing of the role of race in all of this!) and how that may affect their presentation and/or perception by others. I don't have a confident answer to why it is that lemonade float, or beverage presentations in general, are considered queer other than they state they are so in their definitions, and I don't have an answer to if they are themselves, as stand-alone as possible, queer.

...

I didn't intend to answer this ask with a long informal essay. I'm not going to proofread this. I think I maybe kind of got away from what you were actually saying. Autism. Thumbs up.

[0tulipy0]

Bleugh, everytime Pure Vanilla’s here I feel really queasy when trying to eat. Which is great. Because I really want to fucking eat dinner- 😭 😭

[legendsoffandoms]

Something Vincet did today was edit a spirit of PV to look like himself

Everyone pls congrats him because it took an hour

(Plus a video he made)

[argesta]

no one is allowed to tell louis “GIRL GET UP 🗣️” ever again. no one is getting up after this

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[residents-of-evil]

Intro Post:3 (Updated)

Name -Ethan or Jack are my main names

(Host rn is Shedletsky ⚔️🪽 and Guest/Arthur🎖️🪖)

-Genderfluid default to he/they

-System (OSDD-1B)

-Errr ask if you want Abt stuff I like there's too much to put

-We are 007n7 irl if you even care...

-DNI: Basic DNI, and people who just sexualize characters and don't care for their character

-I don't post much that's all

PARTNERSSSS cuz we pull... Somehow.

-Pure Vanilla Cookie, Jack/Ethan, 456/Seong Gi-Hun, 001/Frontman/Hwang In-Ho - Sketch(The Solar System, @mx-narrator )

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[juwhite]

You are an angel, my angel, my prince, my everything

You make me feel so good, so loved... I hope I make you feel this way too!

Sometimes I think you're annoyed by me, or losing interest, but... You already showed and said to me that you aren't, and you let me talk about every little thing I want...

I love you so much!! So, so much... You are my reason to smile, the reason my life isn't so monotonous, my reason to wake up

You are my everything.

I hope I am to you too!

Sorry if I'm bad at showing emotions... Or you only see me show while reciprocating yours, I appreciate you very, very much!

@yeye-hiro

[sandfordpolice]

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-> Feeling heavily connected to / as Mushroom Coins from the Super Mario franchise.

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