The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
currently
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
no longer writing in the third person
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
or never left
but really the thing should be autonomous
as in