late night kitchen convo acknowledging that the two of you are not that different from each other, while at the same time sunset is eating whip cream off her fingers and the collar of her top slips to her shoulders,,, and twi leaving smth unsaid like this is peak ao3 writing
in 2024 when hurricane helene knocked out power in my city for the entire week I made a paper version of water sort so I could keep playing it while my phone was dead