isaac newton
Better Lift
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.December 2025
as in
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
send your tumblr
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.fw
no i haven't really read anything
what do you think my name is
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.