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

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Rain, starting

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

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I am below everything.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

magnetises a pin

ion

was it worth it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

fw

It Will Get Lighter

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

which magnetises chains of pins