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jacktellsliesit is only by leaving and returning after a longish while that i realize just how strongly my room smells of incense, sage, burnt things. it is comforting, like witches.
there is famine and there is feast; there is the fast and there is the festival. hand me my harlequin mask, please.
similarly, lately i've been wondering how it could be possible that i have fallen mildly in love with so very many people, but that all of them would be unattainable. sometimes i feel like a sailor. most of the time i just feel rather silly.
there is famine and there is feast; there is the fast and there is the festival. hand me my harlequin mask, please.
similarly, lately i've been wondering how it could be possible that i have fallen mildly in love with so very many people, but that all of them would be unattainable. sometimes i feel like a sailor. most of the time i just feel rather silly.