I would be the cake ghost, every day I would bake a delicious cake but if you forgot to buy me the supplies to make the cake then I would freak out and destroy the house.
I'll run along a giant grey dragons back in the clouds, until I reach a super dense sphere to train on, until I am a man, and return to earth somehow (I don't remember how)
I've yet to be alive yet. I won't yet live til my body and mind are synchronized. sorry if this sounds presumptuous, but this may be how things are for others like me... people who are trapped as something they're not; girls trapped in hellish prisons known as "male bodies" and boys trapped in the bodies of the fairer sex. for those who don't know me, I'm part of the former group.
I don't think I'd ever heard one called by name before recently. Typically they come in those variety packs of cookies, and none of them really had names.
Of course, my ability to call a jammy dodger by name is all thanks to this man:
I'm interested what their called in America now XD
Also, I now need to go buy some because you reminded me of them XD lol
OT: Since I've been told I'm going to hell anyway, I might as well make a deal with Lucifer and agree to fight during the end of the world, better than being tortured all eternity.
Or I'd find a way to protect my gf let her know I will always love her.
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