or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

isaac

idk

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

magnetises a pin

like first name

i really havent

have you read

and the fake qualifier

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

I Write Goodbye Letter

feel you

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

you cannot feed someone truth

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them