We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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Better Lift


that looks like my instagram account

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

propensity within someone

plato

Style

Rain, starting

its good

Can I see


thank you

like magnets

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

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?

fw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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