What if there was toxic yuri between girl who was a lock and a girl who was the key. And it wasn't romance but it was butch4butch. And they both had situationships with this incestuous grift princess that ate a guy, and their only other friends were a supergenius and a living weapon from Planet Nerd who were so codependant they fused into one person named Paul. And the lockgirl was in love with the thing in the locked box, which was the planet Earth but also an unstoppable indestructible Barbie with anger issues but also the sweetest happiest hopefulest lovingest specialest girl in the universe. And the keygirl was Jesus
listen i'm not here to tell you how to live your life nor how to title your novel. but can we please move on from a blank of blank and blank. we have so many a blank of blank and blanks. the shelves are full of a blank of blank and blanks. it's enough. can we do something else now
