propensity within someone
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
...
magnetisation/form
fw
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
abrar?
hiding from the rain
i was tempted to lie about my name
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
like first name
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
yeah
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.
idk
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."