a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It Will Get Lighter

Slug

fw

magnetises a pin

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 Write Goodbye Letter

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

yeah

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i understand

i really havent

as in

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

not their contents

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation/form

in a post. I want to be remembered

we need to be deconstructing our identities