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NeArly Alm0st DeAd But N0t Quite! photographing trying to write fiction not very successfully, I suppose my ao3 fic: The Boy Who Lived Not by hate_dances she|her

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I stepped out of the house, went for a walk, breathed in the fresh air, enjoyed the sunshine, and took a few photos Cat, doves(?), and swans

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My first ao3 skin!

Dark with some pink and some bunnies!

I hope someone likes it and puts it to use! I put a lot of effort into it, but since this is my first time working with CSS code, it’s a bit disorganized; there may also be parts that conflict with each other or simply aren't needed.

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well, enjoy!

I might be able to make a version for PC or tablet if someone asks!

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swans on the lake I keep procrastinating

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So romantic, when mosquitoes bites me. Isn't moon beautiful today?

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Photos of the effects of the rain. Unfortunately, the clouds covered the moon. By the time I set up the camera, the rainbow had almost disappeared. But we all love flowers covered with drops of rainwater.

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Jamie died a few days ago. I found him on the windowsill. He must have died of old age. I just lost his body.

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Sometimes you procrastinate so much that you do all sorts of little things, pretending that you are doing really important things. Today I painted a landscape and took pictures of the moon, although right next to me are textbooks for preparing for exams, a lot of dust on all the surfaces in the house, traces of dirt on the carpet and mold on the ceiling that needs to be removed. Today I promise myself that I will take care of myself tomorrow. Tomorrow I will open the textbook, dust it, wash the carpet, mix baking soda with vinegar and wipe the ceiling. Tomorrow I will not do it, because I promise myself again that I will do it the day after tomorrow. etc. Instead, my head will be filled with dreams of an uncertain future and unrealistic fantasies. But you and I both know that if you can't do something like cleaning or studying now, dreams will always be dreams. Time passes, the future comes and hits you. "Tomorrow" it will be too late. "Later" you will regret it. When you are forty working at a job you are not interested in, you will regret not putting more effort into what you had a talent for when you were twenty. At forty, when your health deteriorates, your bones ache from osteochondrosis, your heart throbs from illness, your head explodes from high blood pressure, you will look back at yourself at twenty, who instead of at least doing a warm-up, kept putting everything off until later, and allowed your scoliosis to develop. The future will come and put you in a coffin, and your broken dreams will fade somewhere on the horizon of your old consciousness.

Of course, it's never too late to start living. The only question is, will you dare?