nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
barren land
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.
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?
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
is everyoneback on tumblr now
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
so an active mazelike process
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Thank you, Jack
Thank you, Jack
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
division of reality is straying away from it