And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


Stigma Stain

This wrinkled wink of a boy lived approximately five feet above me, from my head through my ceiling to his floor to the soles of his feet. Smelling like fresh peanut butter and growing things and I wanted to fold myself into his life like a fallen tree. Two weeks would be all I need to coat myself in moss and to let the weeds grow like mortar all through me to hold me to all eternity, and some field mouse family living inside my roots as I slowly rot.

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