we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

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

barren land

was it worth it

i dont understand magnetisation

thank you

fw

is everyoneback on tumblr now