"I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words don't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip

And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters"

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whoa im like hella proud of this drawing and it turned out so nice! i love it!

im more like a walking fashion disaster tho
i forgot the freckles let me add them