I wonder sometimes whether or not my home life is normal.
The endless supply of wine on the shelf, the smell of it filling the room my mother is in, and the conversation she has, the clothes she wears.
The garage that seems to be my only home, so comfy, so warm.
The sister that never leaves her room because she's scared of living and maybe life itself.
The way I'm thrilled whenever the house turns into a home when it's empty.
Oh how I love this empty house.
There is no real way to live in this empty house.
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One Shots
Historia Cortajust a bunch of one shots I'd I get inspired by something from another creator I will try to put there ✨stuff✨ there but if I loose it I will go on a manhunt :P
