i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
you have a beautiful account btw
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
or never left
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
send your tumblr
your feed looks like my tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
is this you as well
idk
propensity within someone
like first name
lol yea
what do you think my name is