December 2025
we need to be deconstructing our identities
send your tumblr
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
feel you
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
not their contents
i have read not even 1 book
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
bro i read nothing in my life
kind of mythopoesis
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
Better Lift
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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fw