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.
like first name
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
its good
what do you mean
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
lol
we need to be deconstructing our identities
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so an active mazelike process
you cannot feed someone truth
your feed looks like my tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the site i am dreaming
hello reader,
i really havent
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
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
i really havent