S-SHROOMS

for everyone waiting for the next chapter of seven months, im so sorry for the delay but uhm my laptop gave up on life </3

Rose_in_a_Stoneworld

@S-SHROOMS oh good! I have my writing on Google docs luckily so if anything happens to my computer I still have my writing 
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S-SHROOMS

@Rose_in_a_Stoneworld yeah it's balls, but i have my files backed up onto my phone as well so I'll write from there while i wait for my laptop to be fixed 
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Rose_in_a_Stoneworld

Oh no! I’m so sorry to read that! I’m sure that was really inconvenient. Did you have the files on the Internet or were they on the computer itself? 
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S-SHROOMS

for everyone waiting for the next chapter of seven months, im so sorry for the delay but uhm my laptop gave up on life </3

Rose_in_a_Stoneworld

@S-SHROOMS oh good! I have my writing on Google docs luckily so if anything happens to my computer I still have my writing 
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S-SHROOMS

@Rose_in_a_Stoneworld yeah it's balls, but i have my files backed up onto my phone as well so I'll write from there while i wait for my laptop to be fixed 
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Rose_in_a_Stoneworld

Oh no! I’m so sorry to read that! I’m sure that was really inconvenient. Did you have the files on the Internet or were they on the computer itself? 
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity