Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Today I felt like starting
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
you cannot feed someone truth
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
is this you as well
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
much more tactility
idk
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
as in
magnetisation/form
isaac newton
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i understand