There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
hiding from the rain
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
the site i am dreaming
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
its good short few pages
send link
i understand
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
plato
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
in a post. I want to be remembered
its good
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
which magnetises chains of pins
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Lift Analysis
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.whats your name?
barren land
or never left