like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Better Lift
Today I felt like starting
isaac
i love it here
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
that looks like my instagram account
god being the centre magnet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine