Jul 18, 2022
Techno: I need to make a living. *sob* Nah, I’m 14. I get carried.
God speed, 14-year-old Techno. God speed.
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Techno: I need to make a living. *sob* Nah, I’m 14. I get carried.
God speed, 14-year-old Techno. God speed.
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Technoblade’s stories of the day: I answered a science question and everyone clapped and fans suck.
XD
His story telling gets a lot better later, but I still love it.
It is story time! Pog!!
Story time?! I’ve heard Techno tell school stories, and if it’s one of those, I will be happy. :)
Also the dates are all wonky around here. Despite ordering it from oldest to newest, this one, the one before it, and the next one are all out of order chronically. Unsure why, but it doesn't matter much.
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we lay on the ground amidst the ruins of a house that burned down fifteen years ago, the bouquet of buttercups we picked in the meadow crushed beneath me and forgotten when I rolled over and kissed her. she held onto my waist and traced her finger along my jaw, gently, like I was made of glass. I kissed her neck, dragged my mouth up over her throat; her head tipped back, eyes closed, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.
we didn't talk, we whispered, close enough to feel the other's breath ghost across our own lips. her teeth clicked against mine and I swallowed her laughter, and we held on to each other so tightly it nearly bruised. I thought, 'I want to swallow your smile and never forget the exact colour of your eyes'. I thought, 'you make me immeasurably grateful I did not die, because then I would never have known the way your chest feels pressed against mine'.
we lay on the ground amidst the ruins of a house that burned down fifteen years ago, and the last time I was there was almost exactly a year ago, and it was with a boy, and we stood on the rubble in silence and I picked violets and put them in my pockets to dry and keep, and we didn't kiss at all until later, in his room. and I looked at him, staring up at the exposed brick of the chimney, standing tall and alone, and I thought, 'I don't understand you'. I thought, 'we both want to die, but we both pretend we don't'.