this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
send your tumblr
Can I see
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
its good
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
whats your name?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so the method has to be autonomous
its good short few pages
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
have you read
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.
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.