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This project is finished!! Don't like it? Fight Me! (Not really)

Baby hippo! So cute 🥰

everyone that follows me….

IMMA TOUCH U🫵🏻👹

My cat Tear (as in tear drop) would like to remind us that he is a purr-fectly good present.

Flower Pot with Pink Polkadots

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

nanami kento likes doing the crossword in the mornings, it is part of his routine.

sitting in the kitchen, coffee on the table, some light breakfast to go along with it, and you — next to him.

his legs crossed, the newspaper rested on his lap, he casually takes your hand into his and intertwines his fingers with yours as he works his way through the word game. every now and then drawing your hand close to his lips and planting a soft peck on it.

his expression rarely changes, no matter how tricky the clue is — he always approaches it calmly. because, he always has the answer.

except for this one.

“could you please take a look at this?”, he asks, without peeling his eyes off the paper.

this is a surprise, it must be quite the question — you think, but — “sure”, you mutter. “let me see”, you lean in as he points at the clue with the tip of his pencil.

proposal, asking for a hand — it reads.

you squint. hmm.

14 letters — you count. hmm . . .

“w-i-l-l y-o-u m-a-r-r-y m-e”, you spell out loud. easy. you wonder why he got stuck on that one in the first place—

oh.

the realization hits after you look at him.

his eyes are still expecting, your answer.

“what do you think? will you?”

a/n: of course, he had to pull some strings to make this crossword happen. he’s been meaning to propose to you for a while but never really knew how to go about it exactly, until this idea came to him one day and he thought it was the most befitting, perfect. the ring is in his pocket, and he’s been quite nervous all morning — although he never showed it.

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

Sometimes, I feel very neglected.

By me, my parents, my boyfriend...just kinda ignored and unwanted.

I feel like I shouldn't exist.

It's different than being suicidal...it's more like the dissatisfaction of my life consumes me and I just don't want to exist.

I try to be happy, I try VERY hard.

I try and I try; also, if that isn't enough, I try even more. However, I always end up back at dissatisfaction.

I am blessed, I am thankful and grateful for my blessings. I feel horrible about my dissatisfaction because I am so blessed that I shouldn't even be dissatisfied.

I just want to know, does anyone else feel this way?

a girlfriend is just a weighted blanket that bites you