One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.