There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah

idk

yeah

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

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

Thank you, Jack

which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

is everyoneback on tumblr now

that looks like my instagram account

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.