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

i have read not even 1 book

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

idk

send your tumblr

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

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

was it worth it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i really havent

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

plato

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

that looks like my instagram account

ion

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08