so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

thank you

like magnets

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

i understand

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I Write Goodbye Letter

plato

i really havent

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

what do you think my name is

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetises a pin

send your tumblr

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

feel you

or never left