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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.

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.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

...

2 (actually index). two is company

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

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"Put a blanket."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos


we can only engage in such a way

I am below everything.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

hello reader,

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life