Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Today I felt like starting

send your tumblr

I am below everything.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

Worse Lift

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⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

13, H, grate

like first name

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

your feed looks like my tumblr

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

as in

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

lol

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.

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.