yeah

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

lol yea

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

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.

send your tumblr

sorry i am texting like a slav

is this you as well

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

bro i read nothing in my life

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Put a blanket."

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

feel you