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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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.

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

its good short few pages

isaac

magnetises a pin

Style

its good

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

plato

IWGD

i really havent

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

isaac newton

is everyoneback on tumblr now