propensity within someone

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate

what do you think my name is

no longer writing in the third person

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

send your tumblr

we can only engage in such a way

idk

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

the site i am dreaming

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

thank you

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.