the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

was it worth it


Today I felt like starting

not their contents

i was tempted to lie about my name

send your tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

is this you as well

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

what do you think my name is

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.

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

and the fake qualifier

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol