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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
in a post. I want to be remembered
i really havent
December 2025
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
...
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.
the site i am dreaming
your feed looks like my tumblr
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
is everyoneback on tumblr now
much more tactility
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying