but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
yeah
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
send your tumblr
so at the end
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
much more tactility
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
fw
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
not so on: yvf(wthw)
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
December 2025
yeah