He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you cannot feed someone truth
yeah
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
send your tumblr
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
hello reader,
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
as in