It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.
I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.
Phrog <3
“Love is paying a visit to your grandma and coming home with enough delicious treats to last for the rest of your tadpolehood.” — Liber Vermis
They say there is sky somewhere.
I hope I'll be able to see it with my own eyes once.
I think I can smell something from this window.
I don't want to feed what's inside.
One of the rules is that you shouldn't touch things that shouldn't be in here. What a shame.
I haven't read a book in a while, and this one looks like poetry.
I almost want to go down there and check what's inside, but there are just too many boxes.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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