The roar of cicadas, the rush of wind between corn stalks, distant cries of mourning doves, I find it hard to be nostalgic towards a time as horrible as middle school, but it's media like this that reminds me of better memories from that era.

I will return, someday, and watch the crop duster cut its way through the skies above the wheat fields, as I have a million times before during recess.

"they [the cicadas] feel a lot louder now that im not talking to someone"
"every once in a while a firefly comes by to say hello"

sometimes restrained by accident for a lack of interest in style, which is cool, but makes me feel disappointed when for a littl bit they say "i didnt need anything else" and phrases like that. v cute, occasionally wise :)

i am reminded of being a silly little high schooler and not really knowing how all the different kinds of feelings out there work... just that i feel them strongly. figuring all that stuff out is kinda hard when you're really dedicated to your raid static in guild wars 2... XD #yuri

taught me that writing > art in vns. the art is rudimentary and yet just looking at it within the context of the story made me lowkey dokidoki