I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i really havent
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
...
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.god being the centre magnet
but i respect your search
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf