After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

It Will Get Lighter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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13, H, grate

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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?

December 2025

I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

all that is to say

so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now