hey, anyone there? um, no idea if this account still has any reach?
curating this account basically saved me back in 2019 when i had to take an unwanted gap year and was at my lowest (until then). now that i'm at a slightly mentally stable but still transitional period of my life, i wanted to come back to it, but I can't figure out what to make of this account. maybe turn it into a writing blog? or more of aesthetics which bring me calm? or both? any ideas would be welcome.
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Spooky Season
A single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. It shook slightly, as if it could have been whisked away any second by the grip of an icy wind, but it kept floating down the twirling course. It blew past my face and landed lightly on the ground, the shiny, vibrant colour standing out against the ambers and bronzes beneath it. It was so delicate, I wanted to reach down and pick it up and hold it close to my heart, smoothing out any creases, but something told me that it belonged there, this corpse of what was once summer.
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I dig rainy days because they make me sad in a way I like, and I read books until I fall asleep holding them.
-Brad Barkley, Jars of Glass
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