Juvenile Archive

quite odd when you can feel nothing cannot feel anything there’s something inhumane in it because humans feel they grab they touch their...

i picture her feet landing softly on plush, white clouds with the sun setting radiantly above, spraying hues of orange, pink, and yellow:...

O land, do you remember me? Do you remember my absence, non-existence, and dispossession? Because if you do, I ask you to forget it all,...

treasure hunt begins the location is full full of ambition full of determination no-one believes in fun there can be one winner only the...