Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i dont understand magnetisation
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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
and the fake qualifier
idk
division of reality is straying away from it
as in
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
we need to be deconstructing our identities
wait what is that
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.
feel you
the site i am dreaming
send your tumblr
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
not so on: yvf(wthw)
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos