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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

really i want the internet

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

Lift Analysis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

i see a website

send your tumblr

It's

dusk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

i have read not even 1 book

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter