Status Updates From The World of Apples

io non so niente ma mi piace tutto<3

The Chimera, favorite so far

he thought, when he stroked her backside, that he loved her... the image of a pure, fresh girl like the girl on the oleomargarine package still linger in some part of his head, but where was she and when will she appear?

i held my valuables in my right hand, my literal identification. none of it was irreplaceable, but to cast it off would seem to threaten my essence, the shadow of myself that i could see on the floor, my name

it is autumn. the leaves have turned. the morning is windless, but the leaves fall by the hundreds. in order to see anything - a leaf or a blade of glass - you have, i believe, to know the kneenness of love

“I sit in the sun drinking gin. It is ten in the morning.” 10/10 intro, I am invested