When I think about my soul (and not the one that’s a teletubby in a makeshift astronaut’s outfit that I used to carry around in my pocket and try to sell to people that now lives with my brother because my brother lives a much cooler life than me and I felt bad for it etc) I think it probably looks like this:
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Oh Mah God…that is the stuff nightmares are made of!!
Not nightmares, fantasy. A half kitten, half shark?! Greatest thing EVER