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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Rain, starting

Worse Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless? 

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

all that is to say

or never left

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

plato

idk

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