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.
god being the centre magnet
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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
its good short few pages
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
idk
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
have you read
send link
lol
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i really havent
December 2025
no i haven't really read anything
yeah
wait what is that
was it worth it
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thank you, Jack