We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Can I see

I am below everything.

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

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

magnetisation/form

send your tumblr

idk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i have read not even 1 book

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

or never left

fw

barren land

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

your feed looks like my tumblr

kind of mythopoesis

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

propensity within someone

but really the thing should be autonomous