They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
you have a beautiful account btw
autonomy of learning
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i have read not even 1 book
lol
all that is to say
or never left
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
was it worth it
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i really havent
ahnaf abrar
division of reality is straying away from it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
your feed looks like my tumblr
hiding from the rain
god being the centre magnet