but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

Lift Analysis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

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

abrar?

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

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It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I Write Goodbye Letter

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

its performative

autonomy of learning