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This blog is a collection of my personal thoughts and writings. I reblog a few things that I feel wouldn't fit in with my main blog, found here. (If you go to my school and managed to find this blog through whatever means, please don't like my posts or follow me because I will flip my shit knowing that my writing is being read by someone relevant to my ~*~*~social life~*~*~. It'd be greatly appreciated if you bookmarked me or something instead).
This blog is a collection of my personal thoughts and writings. I reblog a few things that I feel wouldn't fit in with my main blog, found here. (If you go to my school and managed to find this blog through whatever means, please don't like my posts or follow me because I will flip my shit knowing that my writing is being read by someone relevant to my ~*~*~social life~*~*~. It'd be greatly appreciated if you bookmarked me or something instead).
I love the fizzle sound of freshly blended banana milkshakes
I never really liked banana milkshakes before a few summers ago- before I found an old, unwanted one in the fridge
my grandfather made it for my mother, but she didn’t take it for whatever reason, and I’m glad, because banana milkshakes are what I remember his old, mustachioed self by now
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