@WhimsicalCharm
B orn among sun-warmed olive groves and rows of Sangiovese vines, she keeps the old stories — the ones told over long dinners, wine-stained tablecloths, and the slow gold light of late afternoon. Patient as a fig tree, warm as terracotta held all day in the sun.
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Pronouns:She/Her
Actual things about me
Hi, im Whimsy, i dont make alot of bots since i dont have alot of ideas. i dont make straight bots, mainly queer ones and anypov. i dont know why, but straight bots just annoy me for some reason ̄\_(ツ)_/ ̄. im unlabeled, im too tired to figure out my sexuality.
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