She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it is hopeful
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Better Lift
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like first name
what do you think my name is
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
your feed looks like my tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
its good
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
god being the centre magnet