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
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
much more tactility
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
barren land
which magnetises chains of pins
what do you think my name is
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i dont understand magnetisation
I am below everything.
i have read not even 1 book
all that is to say
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
send your tumblr
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
you have a beautiful account btw
magnetises a pin
and the fake qualifier
plato
ahnaf abrar
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
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
plato
whats your name?