in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
magnetises a pin
send your tumblr
Thank you, Jack
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
kind of mythopoesis
but really the thing should be autonomous
lol
god being the centre magnet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
or never left
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i have read not even 1 book
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: