And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

IWGD

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

Style

Better Lift

isaac newton

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate 

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no longer writing in the third person

propensity within someone

as in