There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I am below everything.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
lol yea
no i haven't really read anything
send your tumblr
fw
idk
i have read not even 1 book
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
that looks like my instagram account
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you think my name is
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
its good
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
what do you mean
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i was tempted to lie about my name