i was tempted to lie about my name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

in a post. I want to be remembered

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we can only engage in such a way

its good short few pages

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

ion

have you read

no i haven't really read anything

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

or never left

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

plato

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you