Peckenpaugh

Who: Armani! (& Open to observers/reactions.)
When: March 17, around lunch time.
Where: Near the lake.
What: Armani tries to sulk beautifully but accidentally turns into a squonk.
Warnings: Stupid.

( Oh, Mitski, this was not the Liquid Smooth he wanted. )

'The White Rose'

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

John Boyle O'Reilly

Your parents are going to make out with each other tomorrow.

[Aris]

Congrats on the big win. [...] Are you busy?

[Imogen]

Is your cicada still boring?