heavy wind, cold rain, & yes the stars, & yes these hands of mine. a dream in my chest is molting. my dream sheds its muddy, thunder—stained skin & asks for a heart of peony fields this time.
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⠀ “you’re going to do all that and still have time after?” she can’t even imagine. one simple task can take her a whole day. “don’t you get /tired/?”
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not too far ahead ?
their differences are insane —
❛ well according to my daily planner i have church work , then homework , then i’m tutoring but then i have nothing. ❜ she explained.
because he’s a nice person !
❛ of course — i always am. ❜
that was true , wendla thought about ( everyone ) before herself.
❛ sooo what are you doing later ? ❜