Last week I started feeling the itch to give Felwinter another outfit to draw the shit out of him in, but it kept wanting to be darker and less saturated so I stalled on it. I guess its fitting now.
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Vietnam
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seen from Belarus
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seen from Canada
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Last week I started feeling the itch to give Felwinter another outfit to draw the shit out of him in, but it kept wanting to be darker and less saturated so I stalled on it. I guess its fitting now.
Sunset talk
We can’t slow down. We’re two trains headed nowhere—hastily Because even tho we have no idea where we are headed We can’t stop for anyone else along the way.
At least I couldn’t until him.
My sun changed things, And spun old rotations out of control with his new orbit around me.
My sun is, My rise My sun is— My set.
So I slowed down on the tracks, one day And veered all the way left.
I could feel you look back for me But i didn’t bother making eye contact.
I would hope You would do the same.
That is never Going to change.
CP’22
i still censor x’s with asterisks when i type sometimes. have to keep reminding myself this is a different place. but my paranoia just won’t have it.
i remember purposefully leavin’ the sticks in at the end there ‘cause i always thought they sounded like a heartbeat.
I still haven’t changed my blog title oopsie