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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i really havent

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

send link

wait what is that

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

was it worth it

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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