Florida leaves a mark on you, whether you know it at first or not. I lived there in my formative years for about two years- and yet still I long for the swamps and the creatures that call them home. The humidity imprinted into my skin until I still dream of torrential downpours and the smell of vegetation and the buzzing of the insects droning into the night. It’s funny to miss a place that almost killed you, but the swamps are a peculiar sort of home that I would like to visit again.
what does the 'bongbong' mean? those cute plushies, what is it? (sorry i'm a new carat)