abrar?

god being the centre magnet

isaac newton

that looks like my instagram account

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like magnets

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

13, H, grate

its good

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

so an active mazelike process

isaac

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier