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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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

barren land

Thank you, Jack

magnetises a pin

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

feel you

i was tempted to lie about my name

thank you

ion

idk


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I Write Goodbye Letter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered