like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

but i respect your search

currently
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Style

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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propensity within someone

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

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. way too specific.

you have a beautiful account btw