writing
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I used to live in this house, its windows shattered, paint chipped, aged wallpaper bearing witness to years of arguments and tears. Doors slammed shut, wood pieces covering the panels, Falling apart like dried petals of a wilted rose on the counter. Within this house, memories intertwined with heartache over the years, I stood outside,…
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Somewhere between artistic ambition and technological collapse, I accidentally named my website like an old-timey disease and nearly lost my mind to geometry. Anyway the blog looks hot now, so apparently suffering does build character. 📚💀
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A few days ago, I let a giant moth into my house. An Owlet I think it was. I don’t know. I’m not an entomologist, (although a few years ago I wanted to be one). Now, a normal person probably would’ve screamed, grabbed a shoe, and started swinging like they were defending the kingdom from…
The Ink Chapel 