Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Can I see
no longer writing in the third person
your feed looks like my tumblr
sorry i am texting like a slav
have you read
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
division of reality is straying away from it
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
its good
much more tactility
currently
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos