On days like these, on weeks like these. When strangers become the Malaaikah of the Battle of Badr and the cosmos tests your every insecurity, you need to own something. Light up some universe. Bless my subjects, the loyal epsom salts, radox lavender and deep heat bubbles; citizens of the noojverse that explode and implode at my will.
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This is the kind of poetry i like, not
My soul has become
Why for there is one
Second ... does tick
:P
My bubble bath is sleep. Dreams are my universe, and everyone in it are my subjects (even me)
ive been having one of those weeks too...maybe is the phase of the moon?! ;p why didnt i think of a bubble bath?! good way to take control!
bubblebaths are the bestest bestest ever! I have a whole chapter devoted to it in the story;)
nice :)
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