did you send this to me at some point? because it sounded very familiar. either way, I liked it. (and- yeah, I too miss how this website used to be. I always seem to return, though.)

that spicy smell of orange leaves and rich earth slowly freezing.
-i can taste it through the breezes that fake summer


why was your story not accepted? i dont know if i read too fast or such, but i didnt catch why it was rejected.

04. i joined then, it seems really long ago in the thought of writing
but so close in the thought of thinking



and you know, honestly stabat spiritum is still one of the most cherished stories to me