that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

send your tumblr

whats your name?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

Better Lift

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its good short few pages

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

as in

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

not their contents

idk

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

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

i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

i dont understand magnetisation

magnetisation/form

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name