my t button is broken on my laptop and i have to copy and paste every single one

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weirdest thing i overheard today:

"when it dies, we're eating it."

i didn't have any context clues either.

ordinarily,

we look at something and our gaze is like a fine wire or taut thread with two supports- one being the eye and the other what it sees, and there's some great support structure for every second that passes; but at this particular second, on the contrary, it is rather as though something painfully sweet were pulling our eye-beams apart.

-robert musil, from "the man without qualities"

i have very, very low expectations of most people

"the shared patio" by miranda july

i want to make a tent in my room

like this where i can close the curtains and my eyes and turn out all the lights but one and listen to kria brekkan and pretend that i am limitless.

ever

restless