but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
is this you as well
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
its performative
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
plato
what do you think my name is
so the method has to be autonomous
much more tactility
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
yeah
we need to be deconstructing our identities
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
hello reader,
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class