have you read

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

which magnetises chains of pins

feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

"Put a blanket."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I Write Goodbye Letter

so the method has to be autonomous

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

bro i read nothing in my life