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She pulls it back an inch, a mouthbite moment of space between them while her bandages slip down on the upper curve of her knees - motion dislodges her, unpicks the neat seams she sewed herself up into the hold the contempt all in one, mooncalls her back out of herself.
"- say it again!"
He-hey, can you hand me help? My teacher has gone for a - no. My room, my teacher. The room my teacher lives in has gone for a walk. I stupid stupid ears mouth and it is hidden from me. I -(muffled english) - my teacher lives in B-2, and it is. Gone? I do not read the B block. I am C.
kurasuu replied to your post:I mean;; I suppose I have a lot of characters that...
set up camp here with me and stay in limbo. we can eat marshmallows and cry a little
That sounds like a pretty rad idea to be honest!
Honestly though, making an indie blog or not I don’t think I could ever really just... up and leave the community here, I think it’d be too hard.
Toooohru-san. Wake up. There’s a secret admirer after your heart.
“Hey Kyu-Hwan sunbae look at this rad ass new song from Nicki Minaj.”
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kurasuu said: but len woouldnt that tiny star kill us because then itd mean its closer tto the earth thtan the moon - YES probably. tiny death star... my favorite
For all that she lectures and wails and gnashes her teeth on the death of the true order and the wild run rampant of them all, the screams of the sky and so on and so forth, the fact remains hard and only deniable if she is willing to close her eyes that the land is settling into a new way. (She can't even quite bring herself to resent it properly, tapping her fingers along the new veins of the crawling plants and echoing something tiny and proud and impossible to fully consume.)
There are demarcations now, the remaining kids capable of adapting to the impact carving themselves spaces out. Territories scatter informal and hard into the dirt, riverborder skirmishes and a throne every six feet for how she'd cloth it. They aren't lines meant to be ignored.
But she is the last of the dead and she is the prophet walking and she is the messiah and she knows, knows, feels the first territory marked while the rest of them bled out and lived for it, walks a highway of ashclouds and old charpits. A ghost in a renovated house, walking through walls that weren't there when she still lived.
The footsteps fall out of sync with her own, and she laughs.
"- supersymmetry! I'm walking the lyrics, not the chords. You fell out on the overlap."
