relevant now tbh

…too bad that that’s all I need


a spitting image of me except for a heart-shaped hole where the hope runs out…

KitKet bounced down the corridor, her fluffy, sparkly pink tutu bouncing with her, sending glitter flying everywhere as it did so. She didn’t wear tiaras often, considering that she was a racer more than she was a princess, but she made an exception on her birthday – she always had. She hummed a bit as she walked, Mr Fluffsy tucked securely under her arm.