[Well.]
[That was quite a night.]
[Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.]
[You know what?]
***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.]
Afternoon
the cold autumn air feels like it ‘BURNS’
gently strokes my skin
the brisk, autumn air
very
very
lightly
smells of
petrichor ‘and decay’
the partly cloudy sky bears
‘6’
light
‘cardinal red’
drops
that gently rest on my face
‘they burn’
this feeling
its so ‘horrible’
[Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.]
[She was learning.]
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
[Well.]
[That was quite a night.]
[Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.]
[You know what?]
***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.]
Afternoon
the cold autumn air feels like it ‘BURNS’
gently strokes my skin
the brisk, autumn air
very
very
lightly
smells of
petrichor ‘and decay’
the partly cloudy sky bears
‘6’
light
‘cardinal red’
drops
that gently rest on my face
‘they burn’
this feeling
its so ‘horrible’
[Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.]
[She was learning.]
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