I am below everything.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

whats your name?

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

its good

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no i haven't really read anything

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.

December 2025

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i dont understand magnetisation

magnetises a pin

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.