wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
no longer writing in the third person
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
you have a beautiful account btw
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
division of reality is straying away from it
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!