the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

but i respect your search

you have a beautiful account btw

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

barren land

ahnaf abrar

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

its good

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

god being the centre magnet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

isaac

Worse Lift

idk

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

as in

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

whats your name?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send your tumblr