nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
hello reader,
wait what is that
kind of mythopoesis
really i want the internet
but i respect your search
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
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
ion
plato
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
currently
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.