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

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

but really the thing should be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

your feed looks like my tumblr

not their contents

...

idk

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?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

or never left

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

yes

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

wait what is that

I Write Goodbye Letter

Better Lift

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.

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