we need to be deconstructing our identities

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

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13, H, grate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Lift Analysis

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Style

propensity within someone

send your tumblr

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.