the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
it's a
sashkash:
“Oh Gregory, you know how I feel about those hunky beach umbrellas…” ——- Happy summer, my darlings! EDIT: hahaha oh boy, I spelled Holmes as “Homes” (I’ll fix it later)
“Oh Gregory, you know how I feel about those hunky beach umbrellas…”
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Happy summer, my darlings!
EDIT: hahaha oh boy, I spelled Holmes as “Homes” (I’ll fix it later)