Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
we need to be deconstructing our identities
your feed looks like my tumblr
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Thank you, Jack
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i see a website