We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
division of reality is straying away from it
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Lift Analysis
currently
is this you as well
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good short few pages
no i haven't really read anything
yes
like magnets
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
idk
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thank you, Jack
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
plato
send your tumblr
wait what is that
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
was it worth it