idk

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Picture

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

is everyoneback on tumblr now

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

send your tumblr

feel you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and the fake qualifier

i want to do that too

magnetisation/form

i was tempted to lie about my name