Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

magnetises a pin

currently

send your tumblr

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

barren land

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

yeah

it is hopeful

or never left