|| flicker and flames of what we are stained with ||
Becca, here is your compelling blog post on the woman who frantically splattered curry on your collar.
Here’s a picture of your bed (unrelated). Unless it is somehow related. I suppose in the way that all things are related. Or, relate-able, anyway.
-down here you sign your name, or leave it anonymous. or a pen name.
here liam dear writes whatever it is he’s going to write about whatever it is he’s writing about.
this image is even less related, but for some reason, was right next to that of your bed. (organization on my computer is a work-in-progress, a wip).
idk idk idk.