But seriously, thank you, Jack
feel you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
it is hopeful
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
not their contents
...
yeah
the site i am dreaming
that looks like my instagram account
much more tactility
yes
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class