The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
in a post. I want to be remembered
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
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wait what is that
your feed looks like my tumblr
idk
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
isaac
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46