and the fake qualifier

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

the site i am dreaming

I Write Goodbye Letter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

But seriously, thank you, Jack

that looks like my instagram account

as in

whats your name?

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

its good

was it worth it

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

so at the end

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i love it here