Sarah Carrotcake
@sarahcarrotcake.bsky.social
This is all a dream, isn’t it?
"So now I come to you
With broken arms.
Nothing to hide,
Believe what I say.
So here I am,
With broken arms..."
I was very literal as a youngster. I imagined Air Supply running down my driveway with broken arms, failing, while passionately singing.
With broken arms.
Nothing to hide,
Believe what I say.
So here I am,
With broken arms..."
I was very literal as a youngster. I imagined Air Supply running down my driveway with broken arms, failing, while passionately singing.
November 16, 2025 at 3:44 AM
"So now I come to you
With broken arms.
Nothing to hide,
Believe what I say.
So here I am,
With broken arms..."
I was very literal as a youngster. I imagined Air Supply running down my driveway with broken arms, failing, while passionately singing.
With broken arms.
Nothing to hide,
Believe what I say.
So here I am,
With broken arms..."
I was very literal as a youngster. I imagined Air Supply running down my driveway with broken arms, failing, while passionately singing.