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

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

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?

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

13, H, grate

Style

It's

dusk

Better Lift

Lift Analysis

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

you have a beautiful account btw

It Will Get Lighter

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

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

no longer writing in the third person

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I am below everything.

so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thank you, Jack

barren land

its good