Your withered wildflower
the words of a dandelion that died in your hands

For everything, down to the scribbles.
the words of a dandelion that died in your hands


A tiny, creepy flash fiction tale...
My entry for Wrizzit's Lit-RPG digest is going to be the first thing I've written in months. I am nervous for some reason.
There is no way it's the second half of May. 2026 is nearly half over.
another day of life means another day of embracing your writerly self :)
Looks like another week of rain for the south. Do we have a small burrowing mammal for this, or did it drown already?
thank god that sunny days have arrived (at least where i live in rn)
WHY BECOME PART OV the Bio.Dig8.l-5/Assembly (BD8A) KORE TEAM+? KL[!]K H[!]ER → → → l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-…
The Phenomenologikal Kollektion™ 生活世界 // 意向性 // 先驗懸擱 ^^^OBEY STREETUAR^^^ uhat begins as a quiet disruption on an inter-city lamp post uill ultimately bekom 0_1 global movement!! availabl soon!!
sometimes i wonder how many versions of me exist only in other people’s heads
Ennui Where do I place you You don’t fit in here. Friend, You have to find somewhere to live I’m not saying I’m tired of you Just that… I need to breathe So, please move.