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.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i understand

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

is everyoneback on tumblr now

magnetises a pin

ion

its good

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

what do you mean

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

god being the centre magnet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so an active mazelike process

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

...

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i dont understand magnetisation

send link

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

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