This is something that's been on my mind a lot lately. I dont even fit my own ideals of what a man should be, but I know I am one every morning I wake up on the verge of tears because I haven't magically changed forms into what I see as myself everytime I close my eyes. I am a man because nothing else feels right. This is who I am and no one can change that.
The adventures of two dolls in love, Vincent with unkempt purple shoelaces and Jasper with with his orderly disordered yarn. They get up to all sorts of hijinks but through it all, they've got each other.
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