I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i love it here
the site i am dreaming
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
hiding from the rain
no i haven't really read anything
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
send your tumblr
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
plato
as in
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you cannot feed someone truth
really i want the internet
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Put a blanket."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you have a beautiful account btw
magnetises a pin
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me