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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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December 2025

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

It Will Get Lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.