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.
yeah
its good
idk
lol
barren land
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. 13 |
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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a post. I want to be remembered
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
kind of mythopoesis
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
"Put a blanket."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike