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chaussettes

closed blinds

  • a burst of affection from sixth grade

    it's 1:55 am, the perfect time for my own blast from the past (enjoy)

    • Art
    • Romantic
    4 min read
  • bee love.

    a dumb midnight poem about one of the unrequited loves (how original)

    • Poetry
    • Romantic ยท Realistic
    1 min read


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind