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[gielhanash]

And 2019, was four years ago [now] in numbers, but felt like a lifetime of never speaking to you anymore.

How far was 2019 again?

Maybe it's as far as barely recalling how it was to talk to someone who knows what you're about to tell, but listens, anyway... and you tell every detail anyway.

All i can remember now is that all in all, the art of telling—it's as trivial as any art...

...but it felt good, nevertheless.

[gielhanash]

And a year after, the system got mr sp d rynK.. .

Not less than a year ago,

I wouldn't.

[gielhanash]

10 years ago didn't feel like a long time... Why is that? Is it because i cannot recall many significant happenings within that time or was it because I haven't really done anything significant at all?

Or is it because im currently just languid indifferent?

But maybe because im currently thinking about banger songs i play on repeat 10 years ago and realize, nothing significantly remarkable has replaced them on my mind yet...

Do i think they were better than the new ones i've heard just because they offer nostalgia?

Was it because the nostalgia they bring flutter in my visions like embers of warm and fond feelings i've had 10 years ago? That they offer comfort (regardless of the musical arrangement) because i listened to them with a comfortable disposition then?

[gielhanash]

Hindi sa isang tao, hindi sa isang kulay kundi sa bayan nai-alay.

[gielhanash]

LENI KIKO 2022 💗💚

[gielhanash]

Alive, somehow.

[gielhanash]

12.17.21, probably the most scathing and eerie pre Christmas ever

Went to pantalan at 5pm.

Glad to see the sea, but there were lots of uprooted trees on the way there.

Sadly, the horizon is nowhere to be found. The moon shone brightly. I was able to charge my phone to 81%. Our solar christmas lights kept blinking as if they're dancing. Our neighbors are barely holding their home up together. I'm supposed to be taking my examination tomorrow. I don't know anymore.

Without electricity, life kinda stopped, but in the night we started singing old christmas carrolings. We talked about the past and my eyes watered for laughing too much. Yesternight's the worst but tonight's the best of the nights of 2021.

[gielhanash]

She will make it there.

Anonymously tell me about the person you’re thinking of right now.

[gielhanash]

One thing I realized today is that you should not skip a problem in your textbook. Answer pass your limit, because every problem teaches something and that makes you a better being eventually.

[gielhanash]

Today.

[gielhanash]

The present moment is a grace-filled moment so it is just right to live on it.

[gielhanash]

Not less than a year ago,

I wouldn't.

[gielhanash]

I am chipped

and I break all the time.

And the hardest part of breaking is that, you can't break in front of people if you let yourself lose it, you break other people in the process, too.

[gielhanash]

It's 2:27AM and it's very unfortunate for me to wake up THIS early.

anonymously tell me what time it is and what you’re thinking about

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[gielhanash]

Faith shouldn't oppose reason. But if there is no reason, have faith.

[gielhanash]

I know words can be hard enough to collect, but what would you lose by saying those anyway?

[gielhanash]

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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