QFC / evaporated milk is what the recipe actually called for

i walk up the hill in the navy blue darkness and i realize this is a trip that i haven’t made much in my teenage years i don’t know if something’s been keeping me from it but i feel the novelty seeping into the experience into my

clonkblog started in the journal / stream of consciousness about writing

Thinking too much about too many things but I know the moment I start writing I’ll remember nothing. I’m thinking about smells, about the homework I have to do, and the idea of maybe actually owning “the things I have to do.” Thinking about going home and about