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abrar?

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

feel you

Today I felt like starting

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

idk

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

this will be about a slug 
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as in

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

not their contents


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

ion

propensity within someone