The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
no i haven't really read anything
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol yea
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
whats your name?
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
December 2025
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
yeah
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.send your tumblr
i was tempted to lie about my name
send link
we need to be deconstructing our identities