kind of mythopoesis
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.
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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
in a post. I want to be remembered
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Today I felt like starting
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
Can I see