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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

much more tactility

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

propensity within someone

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

IWGD

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

which magnetises chains of pins

ion

so at the end

i understand

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

your feed looks like my tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

that looks like my instagram account

like magnets

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

all that is to say

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24