but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hiding from the rain
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Better Lift
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
plato
yeah
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
abrar?
what do you think my name is