to the labs to work until 11:30.. and from there, either to my dorm to print and put my project together, or to scotts house to work on it more.
;_; *busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy*

later turkeys
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…