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.
thank you
and the fake qualifier
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no longer writing in the third person
is everyoneback on tumblr now
your feed looks like my tumblr
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
hello reader,
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.
I am below everything.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Thank you, Jack
that looks like my instagram account
lol
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
feel you
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
abrar?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.