Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

magnetisation/form

it is hopeful

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

that looks like my instagram account

not their contents

so an active mazelike process

Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like first name

Today I felt like starting

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

isaac