May 2023, words and flowers
I come bearing eggs and young queer romance
I come bearing eggs and young queer romance
come along as I neg The Egg
in fifth grade we sang "where have all the flowers gone" and some parents complained because it was an anti-war song
including the vibe of this newsletter, when I'm sending it, and what I read this month
time for some smut, kinda
this is february, this is february