December 2025
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
hiding from the rain
and the fake qualifier
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
sorry i am texting like a slav
abrar?
plato
thank you
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
hello reader,
the site i am dreaming