Thesis

Recoil

"      I wonder how they'll 
    thread their way 
  how instincts born of spanning 
  northern frosts and raw 
  walnut air  "

 

(Geese, Michael Shorb) 

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honeyblood17
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Chapter 2: This is the kind of angst that hits really hard because it's consisted of nothing. I mean, if fluff is the opposite of angst, and fluff is supposed to be full of love, angst should be the indifference, the non-existence of where love supoosed to be, right? Or that's me thinking about this too much? Anyways, dropping a comment for this amazing read.