Oh fuck, it burns. It burnnnnns. No, not the yeast infection your mother gave me. I'm just reading some old fanfiction I wrote way back in ye ol' day and it truly truly pains me to read it. I can't help but laugh while grimacing at the same time. Here's an excerpt from a series I did on the Mediator, hilariously enough it was my most popular:
"Her mouth was like a perfect rosebud in the middle of winter, so vivacious in color yet so delicate at the same time, victim to the vicious gusts of wind."
I feel my dignity slipping away even as I copy/paste.
J

1 comment:
you herped.
i lol'd.
h
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