This time of year again
Oh. It's dangerous to stay here.
by sashaelage
It's been a while. I don't think I want to speak about red lights again, but... It's inevitable, isn't it.
I can't just ignore them.
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
Winter.
I don't quite remember what happened.
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.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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