Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

idk

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

lol

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

this will be about a slug

autonomy of learning

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

is everyoneback on tumblr now