damn I wish I had a xylophone. could make so many skeleton friends
The real skeleton friend is the one inside of us.
Learning to love your own skeleton is the greatest love of all.
I run into people sometimes who say things like “AAAAAHHHHHH get them out of me get them out of me get them out of me get them out of me! These bones are not mine! These bones are not mine! I know they’re not mine! The government is putting bones in my body that are NOT MINE and are controlling my movements! I would NEVER move that way! Somebody please HELP ME!!” and I just wish I knew how to help them…
you need to tell them that’s not how bones work.
I love her so much I saved her leg from falling off ❤️
🥰 ❤️
omg i want to have sex too! but i lack the xylophone :(
My ‘X’ is for Xenomorph.
My Xenomorphic automatic negative thoughts (ANTs) kills any positivity I have.
