isaac newton
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
whats your name?
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
hiding from the rain
no i haven't really read anything
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
god being the centre magnet
yeah
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
send your tumblr
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
that looks like my instagram account
idk
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it is hopeful
fw
thank you
plato
plato
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.your feed looks like my tumblr
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
Better Lift