I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
like magnets
your feed looks like my tumblr
whats your name?
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
that looks like my instagram account
thank you
which magnetises chains of pins
god being the centre magnet
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.
idk
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.sorry i am texting like a slav
is this you as well
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i really havent