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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
...
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
is everyoneback on tumblr now
division of reality is straying away from it
you cannot feed someone truth
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific."Put a blanket."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I am below everything.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
hello reader,