with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

abrar?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

thank you

i understand

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Better Lift

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

yes

god being the centre magnet

i have read not even 1 book

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people