is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

fw
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

or never left

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

no longer writing in the third person

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

all that is to say

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

god being the centre magnet