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

propensity within someone

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Lift Analysis

you have a beautiful account btw

i see a website

yeah

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

you cannot feed someone truth

barren land

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

god being the centre magnet

what do you mean

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its good short few pages