i wanna fuck the villager so bad.
to be specific, the one from smash with the 1 which, for some ungodly reason, everyone thinks he is a killer.
i think he's a sweetie.
id do anything to have a dakimakura of him. i want him to exist so he can soak his pants with an uncontrollable, hot stream of piss because he got too desperate.
life sucks.
then i remember
that
that lucid dreaming exists
we are the dreams made from stars
and the dreams of stars from us are made from the stardust we secrete then excrete while we are sick or dreaming.
when i play animal crossing, smash, or watch anime, I'm in a trance. when its all over, reality seems like hell.
we are the dreams made from stars.
