it's these kinds of things that keep me believing in miracles

welcome home

time for me to grow up.

loose ends, owls for hands, Jets pride

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we claim this forest as our own

 

january 15th marked 5 months of me living in a little place tucked away at the edge of the city, a little piece of something concrete that I can call home. I love it for its eggshell walls and large windows and the pretty view and the way it has changed me, the way its made me hold on to something. I fit in here because it is my own.

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oh canada

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while we still can