You’rrrrre outta there, Jesos!

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  1. More room for blood in there.
  2. Jesos’ beard hairs don’t clog my arteries anymore.
  3. I can get a tiny pentagram tattoo without hearing Jesos sigh in disappointment.
  4. He doesn’t knock on my heart during inopportune moments like when I’m about to cut the red wire to defuse a bomb.
  5. I don’t feel an inexplicable urge…

This peach baby saved the town, but he’s ruining my lifestyle

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First of all, how dare you

“I’m baby. You hurt.” Photo by Álvaro Niño on Unsplash


You can run, but you cannot hide behind these thin, face-framing tendrils of hair.

Photos by Boris Smokrovic and Olena Sergienko on Unsplash (Edited by author)


Please delete it on account of how very bad I look in it

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Imagine all the people living life in peace

My grandma, cloned (Image by author)


And he’s waiting for me on Dominion Dating

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Take that thing off, girl!

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Baby girl, I remember the beginning of the…


My soul is stuck in the general vicinity of your entryway, and it’s a major bummer.

Photo by David Waite on Unsplash (Edited by author)


And so is your mom’s mom

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Julis Rei

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