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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Lift Analysis


I Write Goodbye Letter


send your tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

and the fake qualifier

thank you

yeah

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

what do you mean

your feed looks like my tumblr

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting