a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

propensity within someone

and the fake qualifier

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation


it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


all that is to say

its good


abrar?

no i haven't really read anything

we can only engage in such a way

ion

yeah

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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