abrar?

IWGD

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

barren land

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Can I see

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

its performative

fw

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Today I felt like starting

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time