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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

fw

its good short few pages

yeah

whats your name?

or never left

Better Lift

Style

i love it here

god being the centre magnet

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it