and the fake qualifier
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
send your tumblr
thank you
much more tactility
its good
wait what is that
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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ahnaf abrar
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idk
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i have read not even 1 book
what do you mean
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
was it worth it
what do you think my name is
your feed looks like my tumblr
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books