Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
...
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
the site i am dreaming
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
currently
not their contents
i want to do that too
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
like magnets
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i understand
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thank you, Jack
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