She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
kind of mythopoesis
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
abrar?
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so at the end
send link
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
sorry i am texting like a slav