"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
abrar?
much more tactility
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
send your tumblr
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
lol yea
what do you think my name is
isaac newton
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
what do you mean