bro i read nothing in my life

what do you think my name is

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send your tumblr

feel you

thank you

isaac newton

its good short few pages

i have read not even 1 book

i want to do that too

hiding from the rain

ahnaf abrar

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

sorry i am texting like a slav

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Style

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

December 2025

we need to be deconstructing our identities

idk

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?

its performative

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

It's

dusk