Worse Lift

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

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

no longer writing in the third person

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

isaac newton

like first name

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

is everyoneback on tumblr now

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so an active mazelike process

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

was it worth it

barren land

ion

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

much more tactility

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i really havent

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

isaac

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life