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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but i respect your search

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

December 2025

I am below everything.

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good short few pages

idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

is this you as well

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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