amilia

@amilia.zip

i'm crazy ~ she/her ~ INTP-T i like making things, and sometimes i like breaking them. if you want to see my work you can pay a visit to https://amilia.zip

fluxer user interface, errors and fails to load multiple guilds and fails to leave guild with error 403

result: #tradlife

~75% interested in one
~65% limits other

(my best guesses, this is a 2d plot without actual axis markers)

Memory
Once I was, once I wasn't. I remember, I remember when I was afraid to
speak. This very place I speak now, not because anything has changed
but because I want to speak. You've been such a big part of who I am yet
also such a small one.

Homage
My words are clunky, my words are lunky, my words have no meaning yet I write them. I write them for the people I've met, those who melted in
me; those who changed me, those who helped me find my place. The usual insecurity, does anyone else search the definitions of words? I'm I
strange, should I have felt such all my life? I wish I could thank again the
people I've met, I wish I could visit the past, never for it to last, it never
lasts. Though not much is here to be said, I feel special, sentimental, all
cliche but true. I also have moments where I hate them. As we are human. Is it okay to be vulnerable? Is it not venerable. At last my words are messy, meaningless in the world, floating in place, in binary, on this
page; Is it worth it to express, to want to keep that expression, to keep
and hoard every minute detail of our lives.

Whims
little bee, little bee, how it is to ease, to see, to tease what you may believe flower, flower, see its wings, what does it mean, to what has it seen

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