I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.
Everything is fluid, everything shifts.
Ghosts in the deep.
our faces flushed with love and the bite of the sun.
i hated how she described the little boy with adhd “Another faulty, fucked-up brain”
“unbidden” was used too many times
history will turn to ash and be replaced by conjecture
maybe he just wanted to see it burn
— Oct 20, 2026 07:11AM
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