They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
December 2025
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
bro i read nothing in my life
Today I felt like starting
Thank you, Jack
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
it is hopeful
i really havent