your feed looks like my tumblr

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I am below everything.

kind of mythopoesis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate