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take a rest, stay a bit. let these old, ruined pages and forgotten monoliths remind you of a time where maybe, just maybe, you felt alone. these worn texts are proof that, among all else, you were never alone.
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pages i admire
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- make a page for games i've played
- make a page for my favorite albums
- make a dedicated, more in depth about me section
you find an old rusted steel booklet.
as you run your fingers over the worn bindings, smoothed by the hands of countless strangers,
you notice the dilapidated pages hold some colorful, yet faded, scraps of paper marking different sections of the book. . .
which page would you like to flip to?
the purple bookmark, a moldy wooden toy chest, holding nothing but the past. . .
the pink bookmark, a warm stuffed lamb, waiting to tell its compatriots of how highly they're regarded. . .
the blue bookmark, a dusty stack of old floppy disks. . .
the red bookmark, a decrepit pile of old records. . .
the yellow bookmark, the remains of a worn-out mailbox, keen on being the messenger once more. . .
the teal bookmark, a water damaged user manual for an 80's oscilloscope. . .