and the fake qualifier
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
sorry i am texting like a slav
have you read
Thank you, Jack
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
ion
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i really havent
its good
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
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?
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!