like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so the method has to be autonomous

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

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

It Will Get Lighter

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

idk