The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

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

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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

hello reader,

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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.

whats your name?

magnetises a pin

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

yeah

lol yea

we need to be deconstructing our identities

not their contents

i was tempted to lie about my name

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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