bro i read nothing in my life
Today I felt like starting
Better Lift
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.
hiding from the rain
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.you cannot feed someone truth
send your tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
idk
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
as in
we need to be deconstructing our identities
much more tactility
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books