-the crackling sound made by a fire
Scorching cold embers flickered dimly in the undergrowth. Abode under the canopy. And when the sky groans in agony. Perhaps poisoned from exotic rare aviaries. As we lay cowering. Twin red orbs staring from the abandoned well. Are we fighting for a cause that will never. Happen?
trying something new omg I'm so uninspired.
Woke up with a splitting headache and missing out on AHM, went to my family doctor for medication and got new specs from TonyHardy, a local eyewear brand.
And now that I've bought this pair of pretty ombre saucony runners (for the much anticipated marathon that never was), guess now I've no excuse to work out then. Damn. And who knew you can make friends by just asking for a light? Her name is Susan. And she's amazing.
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