I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

IWGD

as in

i have read not even 1 book

god being the centre magnet

ahnaf abrar

and the fake qualifier

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

we can only engage in such a way

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

"Put a blanket."

no like which do people call me

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.

Picture

really i want the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good