Sad at the sidewalk on a moon day, I weep. The curled orange leaves around my knees. The warm fog all over. Smidgen is dead. His body stiff and cold so quick in my lap. A curled orange leaf falls like a teardrop to rest on his stomach, and it makes no noise. Smidgen’s skin does not singe mine, it…


the friend zone is very real?? yknow when ya want to date someone?? and they dont want to date you?? so you accept being friends and enjoy a cool friendship??

wait, angsty white boys in fedoras? nonono, thats not the friend zone, thats the “put your head down and walk slightly faster so he doesnt see you” zone

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