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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Picture

really i want the internet

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I Write Goodbye Letter