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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

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

Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

yeah

what do you mean

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

that looks like my instagram account

which magnetises chains of pins