*stumbles in, hands digging into her pockets, singing*
...His hair it hangs in ringleeeeeets, his eyes as black as coaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal,
My happiness attend him, wherever he may goooo,
My heart is pierced by cupiiiiid, I disdain all glittering goooold,
There's nothing can console me, but Internet hugs and alcohooool.
Cuddles!
Hug me rn I'm emotionally completely depleted. I don't care that this thread is half-dead.