no longer writing in the third person
its good short few pages
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
isaac newton
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.And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
no i haven't really read anything
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03