Thank you, Jack
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
thank you
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
that looks like my instagram account
"Put a blanket."
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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what do you mean
was it worth it
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i really havent
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
bro i read nothing in my life
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
send your tumblr
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i have read not even 1 book
no like which do people call me