hiding from the rain
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
December 2025
the site i am dreaming
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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.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
not so on: yvf(wthw)
no i haven't really read anything
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you cannot feed someone truth
yeah
autonomy of learning
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
not their contents