he looked at the quilt. the patterns were colorful and varied, but all of them featured hard angles. there were no true circles, no perfect spheres. it was a marvel, truly. a masterpiece of countless hours, both into the quilt itself, as well as the time spent on the skill itself. “how the fuck could anyone do anything so boring, for so long? my neck hurts just thinking of it.”
andy d
bad
everythings it’s bad
so bad
i’m so bad
my life is so bad
my friend is so bad
my family is so bad
BAD
BAD
no,hlep me.
vie
Patterns are a dangerous thing, a human trap, often helpful, but sometimes we get stuck in the cycle, following the footprints we made before and wondering why we can never get out.
The pattern repeated over and over again. Every time she decided to remake her image, old ‘friends’ would react to her as if she were the same person they always knew. They didn’t want her to change, and so the pattern re-set itself back to ‘revert.’
Chanpheng
I’m always impressed with how clearly you explain things—thank you.
he looked at the quilt. the patterns were colorful and varied, but all of them featured hard angles. there were no true circles, no perfect spheres. it was a marvel, truly. a masterpiece of countless hours, both into the quilt itself, as well as the time spent on the skill itself. “how the fuck could anyone do anything so boring, for so long? my neck hurts just thinking of it.”
bad
everythings it’s bad
so bad
i’m so bad
my life is so bad
my friend is so bad
my family is so bad
BAD
BAD
no,hlep me.
Patterns are a dangerous thing, a human trap, often helpful, but sometimes we get stuck in the cycle, following the footprints we made before and wondering why we can never get out.
The pattern repeated over and over again. Every time she decided to remake her image, old ‘friends’ would react to her as if she were the same person they always knew. They didn’t want her to change, and so the pattern re-set itself back to ‘revert.’
I’m always impressed with how clearly you explain things—thank you.