ballarat. at the top of sovereign hill.
going brokeback.
in the gold mine. confidence course indeed. we were groping our way through the darkness because the muted lights only come on after we round a bend.
ok i've this inexplicable habit of covering up whenever im scared and i was holding on to damien's hood.
thoughts running through their heads ie. "that was really nothing"
the ancient way of bowling. ball is heavy, pins are heavier to knock down.
have some cinnamon roll sire
@12:53 am
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