My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
plato
what do you think my name is
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
have you read
...
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol yea
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
propensity within someone
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
isaac newton
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
feel you
i dont understand magnetisation
ahnaf abrar
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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
like first name
is everyoneback on tumblr now
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i really havent
you have a beautiful account btw
so an active mazelike process
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
in a post. I want to be remembered