its good
barren land
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
thank you
was it worth it
the site i am dreaming
i want to do that too
i was tempted to lie about my name
no like which do people call me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
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.
like magnets
currently