The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

what do you think my name is

no i haven't really read anything

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i want to do that too

plato

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

idk

or never left

ion

barren land

lol yea

December 2025

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

wait what is that

like first name

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac newton

feel you

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

whats your name?

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

the site i am dreaming

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?

and the fake qualifier

this will be about a slug

like magnets

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.