One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
I am below everything.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
magnetises a pin
that looks like my instagram account
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
plato
what do you mean