I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

...

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

its good

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

send your tumblr

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

but i respect your search

I Write Goodbye Letter

like first name

I am below everything.

was it worth it

yeah

you have a beautiful account btw

bro i read nothing in my life

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Style

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

what do you think my name is

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i have read not even 1 book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books