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I don't come on here much anymore
I don't come on here much anymore
It's not because I'm tired of it,
And I haven't stopped writing
Actually that's pretty much all I've been doing
There's this thing that I've been writing for exactly a year now -
Chapter II
Adelaide, Winnie, and Suzannah spent the last day of vacation in Adelaide’s yard, where they threw snow at each other (Adelaide accidentally hit Suzannah in the mouth several times) and held a mock funeral for a snowman who had been knocked down in t -
I'm not 100% sure where this was going but I am 538% sure that it has not arrived
Being alive is honestly so strange.
Like
I had nothing to do with the beginning of my existence, but here I am, fifteen years later
(what even is a year though, when you think about it). -
A Glimpse of What Goes on in My Head
Found in my Notes App:
Friend: *points to plain pasta* Do you have any cheese?
Me: Why would I have cheese?
Friend: Because you are you!
For an off the shoulder crop top put on a long-sleeved shirt upside down -
Chapter One (Revised)
“You’re all such lumps!” exclaimed Mrs. Angelica Hargreave, surveying the current state of her three children, who were all draped upon sofas and stuffed armchairs in a very liquid-like fashion. -
That Feeling You Get When You're Alone at 4:23 am
4:23 am
Is the most alone you can be
The birds have begun their day, because, unlike you, they are morning people
When 4:23 am arrives, you know you have survived the night