something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
currently
its good
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
hiding from the rain
it is hopeful
"Put a blanket."
your feed looks like my tumblr
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Today I felt like starting
i really havent
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
was it worth it
idk
its good short few pages
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
the site i am dreaming
lol
isaac newton
whats your name?