a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I am below everything.

2 (actually index). two is company

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

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

send your tumblr

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

ion

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Worse Lift

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

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

plato

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

whats your name?

i want to do that too

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03