"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

no longer writing in the third person

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

Can I see

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i have read not even 1 book

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

in a post. I want to be remembered

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

feel you

It Will Get Lighter

its good

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division of reality is straying away from it

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents

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.

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