FFS I AM NOW TWENTY ONE, GUYS
Also a belated happy birthday to
kovaa. You were always the one who knew best that the first sky is inside us, that it is open at both ends. I hope wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you are fastening one heart to every falling thing
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I feel guilty because I used to write poetry, but it requires so much more discipline compared to writing silly drabbles, hahaha. *lazy~~~*
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i love how this is a story disguised as a poem about stories. and is about the witch and her cat fsdhfdsh BELIEVE ME i would love to explain but if you haven't already figured it out it will probably spoil everything. also i don't know what you mean by halfhearted because this feels so wholehearted! the part about whether it's real or not and the finality and timing of the 'it'll all be gone, mirrors and doorways to other places; you can never come back' blows me away. I THINK I LIKE THIS (YOUR) VERSION BETTER where everyone is actually just sitting around telling each other stories to bridge the spaces between themselves (and within themselves)
thank you so much ;______; god i feel like going back and rereading all your fics now but i have to sleep. man this getting old business is getting old
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Ugh, sometimes I have these moments where I want to reread everything that I read in like, 2004. ;_; And when I go back and read my old fics I'm like "HOW DID I EVER MAKE FRIENDS, I'M SO TERRIBLE." Also I totally know what you mean! I almost can't even stay up past 1AM anymore.
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And thinking this way about story-telling, we realize that even when we build bridges to nowhere, we are always hoping that there is actually another city on the other side, that all love is about standing in the center of an unbuilt bridge, hoping that the arch won't fall, hoping that there is another end, hoping that the ground is far and will remain far, and most of all, hoping that when you straighten up from laying down the next brick, you will realize there is another bridge being built, that there is someone else trying to cross over to the city that you have left, that you will meet in the middle--
Thinking this way about cities and stories, we realize that as long as we can hope, we can build bridges, and we can love.
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