like first name

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

as in

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

this will be about a slug

i love it here

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

lol yea

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

abrar?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i really havent

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

Slug

yeah