My red shoes are so worn down when they used to be so bright. I used to play on the swings and to swing up to the trees but now I get nauseous whenever my feet leave the ground and I look up for too long- almost as if my feet are my roots that need to stay down within the ground. I liked moving through the trees at the constant and steady decline of the hill. I liked the way my feet felt on the solid, deep and dirty forest ground. I liked all the shades of brown.
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I want to live near the ocean (or a lake at best). The smell of the salty water along the breeze. The sound of the waves crashing against th...
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In my writer's guild club: -this one man was discussing cannibalism and saying it's technically legal. I can't even- - the same...
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I flipped open All The Bright Places again to page 172 and now I want to paint my bedroom walls a light ocean blue that's so bright it ...