much more tactility
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
thank you
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
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have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
really i want the internet
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i want to do that too
send your tumblr
yeah
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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it is hopeful
you have a beautiful account btw
ion
its good