Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
the site i am dreaming
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
idk
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
god being the centre magnet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
isaac newton
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i understand
that looks like my instagram account
sorry i am texting like a slav
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then