"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
much more tactility
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
so the method has to be autonomous
fw
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
ahnaf abrar
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.Today I felt like starting
Better Lift
or never left
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.no longer writing in the third person
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no like which do people call me
your feed looks like my tumblr
have you read
like magnets
bro i read nothing in my life
it is hopeful
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
what do you mean
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting