I Write Goodbye Letter

that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

lol

much more tactility

"Put a blanket."

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

its good

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

was it worth it

Style

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

sorry i am texting like a slav

was it worth it

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

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its good

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

yeah

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.