the darlings

It’s getting exceedingly difficult to stay in your periphery. But at the same time I find myself setting up camp here. I suppose this is what Patroclus might’ve felt when he first set foot on the beaches of Troy– young, naive, far too trusting. For once I don’t mind. Surprised that I quite like it here, actually.

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