"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Lift Analysis

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

is everyoneback on tumblr now

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone truth

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

1

. way too specific.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form