its good

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yes

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

Better Lift

ahnaf abrar

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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have you read

hiding from the rain

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

yeah

no like which do people call me

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.