Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It's

dusk

Style

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

plato

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

currently

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

ion

your feed looks like my tumblr

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

it is hopeful

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