When people’s eyes shift to the left, searching, they are making shit up. I know before they open their mouths that whatever they say next won’t matter because the intention for truthful communication’s not there.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.