imagine a room made of marshmallows, walls floor ceiling, everything big huge giant fluffy white marshmallows. a bed full of marshmallow pillows. a marshmallow boyfriend, a marshmallow dog, a marshmallow couch. strawberry marshmallows. i'd like to be in a world where i could eat my pillows when i'm sad, where no one would gain weight from eating cupcakes and marshmallows would actually bloom off of trees. lollipops growing in edible grass alongside flowers, sometimes i really wish willy wonka and the chocolate factory actually existed. i honestly do wish i could swim in a lake of chocolate. like, instead of shooting up heroin people would shoot up chocolate. who wouldn't want to get stoned and eat their rooms (or their marshmallow dogs) and why does everything sound better when it's made of sugar?
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