After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

or never left

much more tactility

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

yeah

lol

was it worth it

Lift Analysis

idk

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

whats your name?

fw

is everyoneback on tumblr now