magnetises a pin
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
no longer writing in the third person
"Put a blanket."
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.
autonomy of learning
lol
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
isaac
like magnets
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
what do you mean
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
fw
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people