Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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"Put a blanket."
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Can I see
I am below everything.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
your feed looks like my tumblr