They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

wait what is that

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I Write Goodbye Letter

the site i am dreaming

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

...

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.

currently

magnetises a pin

all that is to say

was it worth it

send link

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

autonomy of learning
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."