"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

yeah

its performative

propensity within someone

fw

13, H, grate

send your tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

in a post. I want to be remembered

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i really havent

i have read not even 1 book

plato

...

...

have you read

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.