Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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send link
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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it