Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

and the fake qualifier

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

but i respect your search

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

send link

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Today I felt like starting