that looks like my instagram account

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

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It Will Get Lighter

i see a website

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.

currently

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

idk

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

autonomy of learning

13, H, grate

lol yea

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

feel you

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.