much more tactility
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i love it here
so the method has to be autonomous
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
feel you
really i want the internet
i see a website
that looks like my instagram account
all that is to say
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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