send your tumblr
Can I see
you have a beautiful account btw
really i want the internet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.