but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

in a post. I want to be remembered

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

much more tactility

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

i love it here

like first name

its good

but i respect your search

Slug