Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Turing machine.

Horses.

Fear of the trans child.

Always Coming Home.

Urantia.

Procedure for having to behold.

“I also happen to think she needs to eat a sandwich and cover up a bit.”

From this:

You’re really super,

to this:

Supergirl.

It’s not nearly Scott Pilgrim enough, but still. A good step taken.

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Buhurt.

Walking dog.

Lorde.

An ancient mappe of F--ryland.

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