Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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i don’t really want to talk about it anymore— the thing that has grown accustomed to my name, ivy snaking up my walls, its sticky mouth holding on refusing to make space for other things. how i water it every week, give it light and a place in which to breathe, how i say: this…
