i understand

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I Write Goodbye Letter

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

December 2025

was it worth it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Rain, starting

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

send your tumblr

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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