4ajbukoshka

“Neighbor's vanilla cookies, unknowingly taken, you will spread your charm!” - I would have thought there’s tonka bean in here! T: Everyone is helped if you leave the thinking to me. You useless coward, how much longer will...

Hello darkness, my old friend! I sit here, trapped in my sorrow, the walls are closing in and I feel ensnared, shrouded, but I know one thing: It will be hard to replace me, I was here all day today, tomorrow I will be gone. Am I then somewhere...

Enemies of meta-descriptions, beware! (Or just wander directly to the next section.) Salem: Or disappear! Because Tshajbukoshka is doing again what she does far too often. Salem makes a pathetic attempt to cover his ears with his fluffy...

Salem: Esteemed night owls! If, like me, you think after reading the headline that Tshajbukoshka should take less of whatever it is taking, don’t read on. It gets confusing, it gets a bit incomprehensible, it gets...

Salem: Mental confusion has many faces, but today it wears the face of Tshajbukoshka. Tshajbukoshka: As if no one would know that? You have something and think...

“If you’re wondering what smells so strange, Mother: a mudblood just walked in.” He wrinkled his nose. - “Tzzzz. My boy, don’t you know that even my lord, greater and mightier than you can ever imagine in your growing dreams,...

- curl up against me like a purring cat at my legs, trying to get me to fill her food bowl for the seventh time today, even though she’s on a diet and has already had two portions too many. - are just as sweet as a cat that jumps onto my lap because she believes...

Salem: Once upon a time, there was a silly thing named Tshajbukoshka, which had [njemnoshka] [Akroshka] after eating - not just on the ladoshka //the palm//. //nemnozhko [pronounced njemnoshka]: a little…...

Your epilogue: “What happened to us? You have become a stranger to me. I look at the beautiful bouquets from you and yet I do not feel safe with you. We both wanted to talk, you came with flowers, I with cake, just...

It was one of those days again. She was already familiar with it. Spring was blinking at her from all sides, with neon signs in 2D, 3D, and 4D. Meanwhile, Jasmin held yellowed photographs in her hands. Photographs...

I come home from abandoned paths that I have walked in worn-out sneakers When I am sad I look at our old messages and fairy tale movies embracing in the dark a bouquet of yellow buttercups* Ange Lapin probably comes...

Saturday evening on the train. FFM Central Station and Tshajbukoshka with pepper in her A* and in a foul mood, two things that, as we will soon find out, go very well together. Vegan...