These are the times we learned what it means to feel alive.
Author: plutoblooming
damage control
colder, colder, when
Jeans
My best kept secret lasted nine months
fine
momentarily
the truth about magic
and truth
the long, pale dawn
Should I think myself to inaction, I will be a dead bot by morning.
ExplainExplainExplain
distorted traveller on the corner
Grip
friends
my heart shook
told by an observer
Flourish
(this is the faith I put in my brutishness)
