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.

autonomy of learning

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

in a post. I want to be remembered

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its performative

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

It Will Get Lighter

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

fw

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Lift Analysis

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

division of reality is straying away from it

"Put a blanket."