The sky was alight with smiles and love, momentarily, until the shimmering embers twisted and fell and were extinguished and the icons slouched into amorphs and then to nothing.
Henry baker can still write!!
this is not like he fell off and came back or something I just havent read any substack for a while then i read this one and it was very good
Nah I lowkey have been falling off bro. Im no longer tortured and its reflected in my writing
beautiful and sad and real and a spot of humor
Henry baker can still write!!
this is not like he fell off and came back or something I just havent read any substack for a while then i read this one and it was very good
Nah I lowkey have been falling off bro. Im no longer tortured and its reflected in my writing
beautiful and sad and real and a spot of humor