Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.


really i want the internet

Better Lift

fw

autonomy of learning

and the fake qualifier

send your tumblr

plato

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.

yeah

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

IWGD

as in

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

not their contents