no longer writing in the third person
Today I felt like starting
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
i really havent
the site i am dreaming
send link
and the fake qualifier
wait what is that
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
...
idk
or never left
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it is hopeful
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i was tempted to lie about my name
so an active mazelike process