it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
kind of mythopoesis
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.