yeah

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

send your tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

magnetises a pin

so at the end

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

all that is to say

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

I am below everything.