One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
in a post. I want to be remembered
i want to do that too
bro i read nothing in my life
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
send your tumblr
we want to live the knowledge too live the content