so at the end

It Will Get Lighter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

the site i am dreaming

Thank you, Jack

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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