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the Hamilton hyperfixation is taking over my soul btw

The Forest

This time of year, my room smells of the forest

The basil and mint that grows there

Crammed into the bark of the trees 

Further down there's dirt and other things.

The purple plants that the bees love

Whenever I slept I smelt the forest 

Even when I hardly slept 

Or maybe thats what sleep smells like

Basil and mint.

Maybe, too that's what it looks like -- 

Serene like the closely packed trees

Webbed with sweet smelling flowers 

Glittering with morning dew

It was nice, to go down there, 

Waiting for the sun to set

Cast its pale glow before bathing us 

In shining darkness

As we looked up

Our eyes went as far as they could 

Then the rest we imagined 

If we missed a day, there was always the next

And if we missed a year it didn't matter,

The forest stayed firmly put 

Waiting 

The basil and mint grew and died and grew again

The sun kept setting 

The bees kept coming back 

The purple plants kept flowering 

The street lamp flicks off at dawn

Turns on, that's twilight.

No one looks up.

Pushing ahead.

The smell of the past is everywhere

Basil and mint lingers on clothes

The smell of too long waiting 

Between them, the trees and the sky

Filled the view, but still, we imagined.

Whatever was left was ours for a while

But soon the moon will send the seas 

And where we live will flood

Coiling around the forest floor

Paying the sky the compliment of reflection 

I went back but didn't stay

Everything I remembered was gone

Dissapeared

Into a place that doesn't exist

The one we dreamed about 

Beyond the forest. 

I had to see if the sun still shone 

Rose tinted hues

If the leaves still glistened 

With the mirage of dew

The forest is achingly terrible

After years of waiting

It tells the truth

Green in spring

And white in winter.

im not trying to say its easy but im trying to say its fine

i got new books!! (the goldfinch by donna tartt and farenheight 451)

The picture of dorian gray is so good, i can read it over and over again and it never gets old!

I hear all this about ICE and trumps plans for immigrants (i live in the UK) and i have one question.

Who are the immigrants on stolen land?

I always carry a bit of paracord with me and i can tie loads of different knots with is including but not limited too square knots, square lashings, granny knot, reef knot, bowline and Zeppelin knot

No pressure tags: @w1nterb3rrry @woods3115

And anyone else who wants to join

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

Having mutuals who are all mutuals with each other:

PROS: squad, tag games are fun

CONS: i have seen the same post conversation on my dash between 2 of you six times this morning in the wrong order and its driving me mad

"no beta we kayak like tim"

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

I will either find a way, or I will make one