"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.plato
and the fake qualifier
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
in a post. I want to be remembered
but i respect your search
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
abrar?
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
like first name
yeah
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books