nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
. way too specific.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
send link
the site i am dreaming
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i really havent
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