i have no idea of how to use tumblr and that' the truth i know only how to hoard posts made by others
monoculture forests are deeply unsettling in a way that is hard to explain to people who do not spend a lot of time looking at forests
in my island spring is just an illusion, a brief ghost of summer, that conquers winter - while in the rest of the world flowers are blooming, here, the omnipresent sea reminds us that these are its lands of summer and we are subjected with its everchanging moods
overgrown bat, occultist, alchemist, aspiring potion maker, least but not last, poet.
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