reject the melancholy cabbage

yubishines:

Girl comes flying out of nowhere, landing outta the sky like a bad pick-up line. Won’t talk to none of us, but from the look in her eyes you can tell we’re the first people she’s seen in who knows how long. That ain’t encouraging, but hell, what else can we do but press on.

She keeps clingin’ to that old box like it’s a security blanket. I ain’t gonna judge. The Calamity’s enough to turn anyone into a shell of themselves.

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(cough)

oh. my. god.