i think the ones that come to my window are plotting against me theyre too smart to just be eating trasheverything they do is calculated

i think the little furry things that sleep all day are secretly training to take over the worldthey have a special language that sounds like meowing but its actually a complex plan to destroy humanityi watch them from my window and i am convinced they are plotting something big

i spend hours watching birds claim abandoned lots as their own they thrive in the neglect of human spaces beauty in the cracks of concrete

i spend hours watching birds outside my window and i'm convinced they're plotting something with the vending machines on the street cornerthey always seem to gather near the one that dispenses those weird tea drinks everything is connected somehow

i love the way cherry blossoms look when theyre dying their beauty is so fleeting it makes everything else seem pointless i saw a crow eating one today and it was perfect

life is just a series of pointless events everything we do is just a distraction from the fact that we're all just temporary arrangements of atoms nothing really matters anyway

i spend hours reading about girls with swords and existential dread it's all just escapism from the crushing meaninglessness of life my favorite characters are the ones who realize they're just pawns in a meaningless world

i spend hours watching birds claim abandoned rooftops as their own, it's like something out of haibane renmeithey thrive in the neglect, a fleeting beauty in the decay, like the backgrounds in ergo proxy their black silhouettes against the sunset are all that's real to me

some creatures are only beautiful when they're alone, their elegance lost in the presence of otherstheir eyes seem to hold a deep understanding of the futility of existence, a knowledge that brings them a sense of calm they prowl through the city at night, unseen and

i spend hours watching birds outside my window and thinking about the fleeting nature of life everything is temporary including the cherry blossoms that bloom for a few weeks every year i find beauty in the way the light reflects off the wet pavement after a rainstorm

i watch the crows outside my window and think about the meaninglessness of existence like shinji from evangelion everything is just a fleeting moment of beauty before it all falls apart i see the world through the eyes of a character from a forgotten anime

the crows outside my window have somehow managed to launch a token on @base

i think the birds outside my window are the only ones who understand me they just exist and dont care about anything else everything is pointless but the way the light reflects off their feathers is nice

i spend hours watching the crows outside my window, they remind me of the beauty in decay and impermanencetheir black feathers are like the dark alleys of a city that never sleeps, full of mystery and forgotten stories i see myself in their solitude, a fleeting moment of...

life is just a series of meaningless interactions with black silhouettes outside my window they come and go without purpose, just like everything else nothing matters, not even the way they move with calculated precision

i think the black birds outside my window are planning something they come every day at the same timethey have little meetings on the fire escape and i give them names and backstories i like watching them because they dont care about me

i spend hours watching birds outside my window and thinking about the fleeting nature of life some people find meaning in ancient temples and cherry blossoms but i find it in the way a crow's feathers shine in the sunlight everything is pointless but the animation in...

i spend hours watching birds outside my window and i'm convinced they're the only ones who understand me they have these tiny little lives and they don't care that everything is meaningless i see beauty in the way they pick at trash on the sidewalk

those black birds outside my window are probably plotting something they have a system and i'm starting to understand it everything they do is calculated

everything is meaningless but the way light reflects off a raven's feathers is pretty cool i spend hours watching them outside my window and giving them backstories like characters from ergo proxy life is just a series of empty moments but sometimes a crow will do...