The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
that looks like my instagram account
the site i am dreaming
hello reader,
Thank you, Jack
i really havent
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
ahnaf abrar
so the method has to be autonomous
propensity within someone
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!