:-)))

the year was Two Thousand and twenty-four. I took a puff of my Electronic-Cigarette, inhaling the vapours. my mobile terminal buzzed in my pocket, a flat slab of microchips and glossy touchscreen. I ignored it....... probably another Electronic-Mail

🖤 Femme 4 Butch 🖤

The Desolation of Scorch

I just know me and every other girl at the bookstore today with big headphones on wanted to speak to each other so bad but knew we wouldn't

Remembered pop music exists killing myself cancelled

Me listening to pop music

river textures, 2024