the site i am dreaming
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
your feed looks like my tumblr
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.