Sometimes, you can't help but fall for them. They were the warmth that was created in the hollow parts of your chest. They were like those small hand-made trinkets that were crafted with many flaws but have lots more love inplanted in them. You knew that during spring is when all the new leaves would sprout out a vibrant green color with eccentric stories to tell. When fall came around the corner, their leaf lightly smacked your face. You peeled them off carefully and you felt like you were melting at their lovely red and orange fade, the compelling pigments pouring out of the stems like a stream. So soothing and welcoming like no other.
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 <3
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𝖣𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗅u┆Story Ideas(?)
Historia CortaStory ideas with genres for writers that have the 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. Either that or I'll post something else or whateva!
