much more tactility


"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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 Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

in a post. I want to be remembered


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.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

idk

its good

fw

yeah

your feed looks like my tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ion

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

lol

Picture

which magnetises chains of pins

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.