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

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

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.

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

really i want the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

i really havent

its good

is this you as well

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Picture

Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like first name

thank you