like first name

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.

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

and the fake qualifier

idk

barren land

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i have read not even 1 book

not so on: yvf(wthw)

lol yea

but i respect your search