Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

isaac

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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?

so an active mazelike process

yeah

send your tumblr

yeah

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i love it here

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

1

lol yea

I Write Goodbye Letter

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

or never left

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

send link

13, H, grate

no i haven't really read anything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.