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Well, if you find the bird buried in the garden, you now know where it came from?

i suppose.

...i'm glad they liked the hibiscus.

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i don't... feel well.

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i’m sorry.

i’ve done a terrible thing i’m so sorry. i didn’t know. how could i have known ? i thought the hibiscus withered under my touch from the lack of knowledge. i killed it. i have it dried and pressed between the pages of my sketchbook. they are dead. but i loved them. you have the understand that i loved them.

i’m sorry.

there was a bird drinking from the puddle in your garden. it was just… so still. like a statue. like a dead thing, it just stood there. it didn’t even react to me. you have to understand…

i’ve done a terrible thing. i didn’t know. i’m sorry. i just wanted some company. how could i have known ? it was so still like a dead statue thing and it barely made a sound when i reached out out and grabbed it.

it’s so cold in here. i’m so sorry. do you know what i did to the bird ?

guess.

...i see.

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huh would you look at that. how much longer do you have, a day ?

perhaps.

i don't think there'll be an afterlife for me.

#is there a heaven for dolls? #i highly doubt it.

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:D I'm going to try to learn how to sleep!

of... course, tad.

good luck, i suppose.

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i said see, not touch.

gloves are on the counter, anyway.

How are plants? Hiihi

the plants are fine. you're welcome to go out and see them, i suppose.

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How are plants? Hiihi

the plants are fine. you're welcome to go out and see them, i suppose.

#i'm a little concerned #are you sure you're alright?

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Thistle. Thistle. Thistle. Hi!!!

...hello?

what in the world did you do to yourself?

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tad, are you... alright?

Spider, spider lalalala. I love watching them. I want to go in the garden but I think I—I think I would fresse the plaunts ifff I triied but flowers are soOOoo prettyy and I want to admitre allllll if the work Thisle put into jt

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This sinking ship, all rusted brown

It leans for land

Desperate not to drown

So write your book

Though it gets wet

The page is booked

The letters bled

Oh, how these ▇▇ will come an d go

But there's just one that’s close enough to dry this ▇▇

And oh, that sun will come and go

And when it's gone it darkens everything we know

And oh, ▇▇▇▇

When you get ▇▇

I hope your heart's still light enough for you to float

There's still cobwebs in the corners

And the backyard's full of bones

Won't you stay with me, my darling

When this house don't feel like home?

When this house don't feel like home

Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust

The devil's after both of us

Oh, lay my curses out to rest

Make a mercy out of me

This tired old machine is a-rumbling

Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye

All my aching bones are trembling

And I may yet fall apart

Won't you stay with me, my darling

When the war starts in my heart?

Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust

When the war starts in my heart

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust

The devil's after both of us

Oh, lay my curses out to rest

Make a mercy out of me

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust

Tell me I am good enough

Ooh, lay my curses out to rest

Make a mercy out of

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my entire garden reeks of basil.

the scent of the mint is no longer keeping it out. it is spreading, overruning my garden. the azaleas are wilting, the cold plastic of my hands never gentle enough to soothe their fragile leaves.

the oleanders have started blooming. they're a striking white, a piercing and perfect ivory. i try to caress the petals, but i don't have enough control over my hands and the dainty little blossoms fall to the ground, dead.

i have killed my sunflowers. a string was tugged and i knocked them over.

i accidentally stepped on my strawberries. i stumbled after my foot cracked after stepping on something sharp.

my irises never germinated. i must have overwatered them.

everything is browning at the edges.

my entire garden reeks of basil.

#Fqh lxdumw'c R qjen knnw vjmn urtn nenahxwn nubn? #J xbou up cf bcmf up gffm uif qfubmt po nz gjohfsujqt #it isn't fair.

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a visitor.

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i believe that if i had only opened my eyes sooner, maybe cecil and i wouldn't be enemies.

we were torn apart because i was confused. i was lost. i was confused and lost and terrified and i was grasping at anything and everything that gave me even a hint of familiarity, and that was blind obedience. i could not see past myself. i was selfish.

and i apologize for that.

we were companions at one point, i remember. we were friends.

i suppose i know what it means now.

i'm sorry, cecil. this doesn't mean we're friends, and this doesn't mean i like you.

i'm just sorry that i never had the chance to mourn you.

i left some hibiscus on the counter. feel free to take as much as you'd like.

#僕らは生きるしかないんだ

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Like two weeks and through the fucking tumblr poll LMAOOO

Mutuals reblog this with how long you've known me and how we found each other

#ooc

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do you really despise me so much ?

i hate you more than anything.

#and for the love of god i cannot tell why #perhaps i see myself in you #self recognition through the other #i'm not sure #i just know that i loathe you

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certainly more than you are.

i don't even know what you are. how did you mess up life so badly that the afterlife rejected you and stuck you in a mirror for all of eternity? it's almost hilarious. imagine how alone you'll be in a few years time when all of us wither away and die. imagine that, forever. hahaha. i'd laugh if i had humor.

how in the world are you getting into my garden? how do you have enough life force reserved for this? the honeysuckle was for tad's tea. this is immature.

stop it. stop it now. if the stinging nettle won't keep you out then what will?

was i supposed to stay confined to this mirror in your bathroom ? don’t get your strings in a twist, friend. you can’t keep me out. tad is used to a bitter taste in their mouth, i’m sure. he’ll be fine without his honeysuckle. well. my honeysuckle now.

indulgence is fun. you should try it some time.

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at least i am alive.

how in the world are you getting into my garden? how do you have enough life force reserved for this? the honeysuckle was for tad's tea. this is immature.

stop it. stop it now. if the stinging nettle won't keep you out then what will?

was i supposed to stay confined to this mirror in your bathroom ? don’t get your strings in a twist, friend. you can’t keep me out. tad is used to a bitter taste in their mouth, i’m sure. he’ll be fine without his honeysuckle. well. my honeysuckle now.

indulgence is fun. you should try it some time.

#and at least i know what i am