"Put a blanket."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
i want to do that too
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i really havent
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
your feed looks like my tumblr
i love it here
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
bro i read nothing in my life
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50