its good

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

in a post. I want to be remembered

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

much more tactility

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

barren land

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.

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

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

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was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

but i respect your search

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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