When Adam Bit The Apple He Did It Because He Trusted Eve. Because He Loved Her. Adam Bit Into The Apple

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an old description writing

23rd jan 2024

but this is from like december i wanna say (13th november to be exact)

There is no wind. the salt is carried up to my nose in thick waves, no wind to blow it away. i slam the car door, old paint and rust crumble into my hand like ironic summer snowflakes. i swipe them away, turning to focus on the sea. the stone ledge burns and its sharp corners scrape my legs. i say nothing.

Almost i lie and say i see france, the shiny, salt coated swimmers paddling thier way across the channel, small sun-scorched children mimic french revolutions with sandcastles and cruel older brothers kick them over, revolution hungry seagulls swoop down chopping the heads off of chips. i remember the winters of gulls nesting far from the beach, where snow meets sand and the winter bite takes my mind away from the nausiatingly still day.

i remember winter, not too long ago, not long to come. violent whiplash between small giggles bubbling up from the beach and silent crunches of snow. grease lined smoke, thick smells and some gauge nostalgia always will break for crisp cold air, smoke rises from your mouth as you speak, i wish i could hear you speak, to ice capped waves, to salty snow, to frozen stone ledges where your clothes stick. you always hated summer and so i will in some Machiavellian remembrance of the person i used to know.

an alarm rings on my phone, the parking meter has run out. cold coins fall into the machine, ill have another hour. maybe ill plunge into the sea, swim as far as i can and stare back at the landscape of families and umbrellas, comedically oversized for the children underneath. an old church next to seemingly more rundown souvenir shops, the car i remember you driving in, the lampposts you tried to climb, the walls you spray painted. maybe ill go over to calais, join a family there with bright bathing suits and picnic baskets i can almost see now. its beautiful, the summer is beautiful.

anyways,

Rachel and Calypso both serve as opposing love interests to Annabeth that in the end would have not worked out in story because their relationships were both built off of Percy attempting to run away from a fundamental aspect of himself; being a half-blood.

The overarching theme of the original 5 pjo books is Percy coming to accept and ultimately choose this part of himself. In this essay I will-

what if ctommy hit his growth spurt in exile so not only was he fucking freezing and malnourished but the little bit of growing that he can do only serves to make his one set of clothes Not fit him anymore . tall like his brother was when he was alive and skeletal like his brother is when hes dead. does that make sense. what if that happeend

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy

Kind of a tortured metaphor

12 feb 2024

mummy polishes the floor using surface polish. its really slippery and i fall down alot, currently i have bruises on both my legs. when i ask her to stop so i dont get hurt she yells and gets angry.

quite literally her need for perfection will kill us all. (figuratively and literally)

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not even joking his eyes sparkled NOT EVEN JOKING

16th jan 2024

OH MY GOD OAIUWAEGASFO;BOAU;VERJVAUTEIGVBPW *screams into pillow* im actually tweaking. this is genuinely what brainrot is not even joking atp.

let me set the scene:

period 4 physics, we're all cutting sheets and adam goes, measure once cut once and i say isnt it measure twice cut once and i shit you not he turns to face me and smiles and says while giggling slightly "no" AND HIS EYES SPARKLED. LIKE ACTUALLY A GLITTER CROSSED OVER HIS EYES AND MY STOMACH DROPPED HES SO URGH AH HELP

anyways,

any wildest fantasies?

being loved or something

I feel freaky

9 jun 2024

Recently I’ve had the strange sensation of being a bug trapped in a jar. Like I’m a little cricket that a kid caught and is keeping in an old jar with holes poked in tinfoil covering the top. Strange sensation indeed…

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