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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
lol
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
whats your name?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
much more tactility
no longer writing in the third person
that looks like my instagram account
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46