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Jade Katherine Emily, but you can call me Kathie. Fifteen. From Metro Manila. Slytherin senior in that pretentious science high school. Only half as quality as vanilla soy milk, yo. B-class fangirl of fandoms and likes to hang out at doomed ships. Likes to photoshop and write fanfiction, ermm. Part of the future cat ladies society because I like cats. Has an unhealthy obsession with Tahno/Tahnorra. Be warned.

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My dear Amanda, here—I am willing to embarrass myself as I ask for your forgiveness~ and a little gift lol. The tale of the headless horse~ This afternoon, I stole a cookie from the reception of my second cousin’s baptism. It was a cookie of a very cute horse, and it looked yummy, so I decided to eat it. In my rush to eat it, the head cracked off. I told myself, “No big deal. It’s just a cookie.” But then I felt weird—why was I eating the head of a horse? I cried and ate the rest of the horse to make myself feel better. The end.

My dear Amanda, here—I am willing to embarrass myself as I ask for your forgiveness~ and a little gift lol.

The tale of the headless horse~

This afternoon, I stole a cookie from the reception of my second cousin’s baptism. It was a cookie of a very cute horse, and it looked yummy, so I decided to eat it. In my rush to eat it, the head cracked off. I told myself, “No big deal. It’s just a cookie.” But then I felt weird—why was I eating the head of a horse? I cried and ate the rest of the horse to make myself feel better.

The end.



tags: #@amanda #this doesn't make sense #but...okay #but...okay i have no actual reason for this just cookie love #err