After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
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.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
Thank you, Jack
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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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
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
feel you
is everyoneback on tumblr now
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them