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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i love it here

i have read not even 1 book

what do you think my name is

send link

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

13, H, grate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


that looks like my instagram account

yeah

ion

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Today I felt like starting

have you read