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.
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propensity within someone
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.
is this you as well
much more tactility
its good short few pages
division of reality is straying away from it
not their contents
no longer writing in the third person
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav