there's a possibility...

place where awkward belongs.
terrified of telephones and swimming pools and knives, and drowning in the pools of other lives.
rely a bit to heavily on faith and irony.
in love with love, and lousy poetry.
pink, bunnies, font, lyrics, the smell of books, ground pepper, mannerisms, shoes, tapes, nude photography, games, muscle cars, anime, being clean, buttons, impulse...
“Dib: You can’t make me look! I’ll just shut my eyes.
Zim: Oh, you’ll open them. You have to breath sometime.
Dib: No, I - Wait… What do eyes have to do with breathing?
- Invader Zim



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