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I HATE PEOPLE WHO HATE STUFF. *enjoys the irony of the statement*

International it’s strange, here. strange in the way of cool clean water when i’ve always drunk out of a bottle left in the sun. it’s not a reality show and ...

Christmas Lights magic is real and December always proved that to me even as the grass bleaches brown and the trees’ bare arms cut the sky. the breeze, the flakes, ...

The Hard Way we biked the trail together with a phone and the promise to be home by five. it could have been fun but we left too early, took ...

Tangled Together soundwaves have cradled me ever since my crib shattered and cacophony blew in they moved in and made my hands a home after they coaxed out tears and ...

Twirling dance for me pencil to paper; thoughts, work, done. dance for me okay – here see, i’ve learned this dance again i’ll try. dance. but i’ve twirled until my ...

Summer Ides it’s late and I’m still up the day was a pancake breakfast and a parade, snatching candy from the streets (my stash is already hidden under my bed) ...

Erased words again – cutting words face burning shrinking back against the rock wall ears ringing with words almost almost innocent shallow knife-strokes not insults, not rumors just disdain my ...

@AliceAfternoon - I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Lessons by the time we left I knew their house almost as well as mine with its creaky banisters and worn carpet and toys and people scattered like easter eggs. ...

What Was early memories are clips of an old silent movie – blurry and digitally colored, stored in thousands of buried file cabinets without labels or protection; hunting through them ...

Ink-Free ink-free tests aren’t enough when my circle of friends is exactly two points and i don’t know how to go downtown – names on fabric are just words and ...

The Scenic Route road trips are bringing a bag full of books and reading every one of them in a day and going through every one of my playlists. they’re ...

Yellow Rivers rivers run yellow down our driveway and even the dry-cleaned inside air hangs heavy on the shoulders. it’s swimsuit time and the puddles are just small pools to ...

@captainearth Why, thank you!