"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
...
the site i am dreaming
not so on: yvf(wthw)
bro i read nothing in my life
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.have you read
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
wait what is that
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Better Lift
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
god being the centre magnet
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59