It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the site i am dreaming

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

i really havent

it is hopeful

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I am below everything.

IWGD

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.