143-wakabamori - Something Of A Kind

I finally finished my first portfolio project! It took a while to organize, mainly because I kept having depression loops lol but I'm proud of myself for this :)

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If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

oh ok

— Fortesa Latifi; everything there is

My mother thinks I'm a hermit, but I just aren't able to handle anyone in this place anymore. Is there any hope left for me?

*seductively* doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome?

AND IF YOU MISSED A DAY, THERE WAS ALWAYS THE NEXT, AND IF YOU MISSED A YEAR, IT DIDNT MATTER, THE HILLS WERENT GOING ANYWHERE