this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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

I am below everything.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it is hopeful

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

is everyoneback on tumblr now

idk