a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i love it here

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

Style

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

was it worth it

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

currently

...

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

lol

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.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
this will be about a slug

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I am below everything.

i understand