way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
brb i will read and reply sincerely
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
division of reality is straying away from it
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i understand
you cannot feed someone truth