i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
kind of mythopoesis
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
hiding from the rain
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
what do you mean
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then