or never left
...
that looks like my instagram account
barren land
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good short few pages
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
send link
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
god being the centre magnet
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
so at the end
no i haven't really read anything
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?
i understand