hiding from the rain

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a post. I want to be remembered

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

feel you

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

I am below everything.

its good

magnetisation/form

whats your name?


and the fake qualifier

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

much more tactility

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 dont understand magnetisation