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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

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

Rain, 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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

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It Will Get Lighter

Picture

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Better Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

bro i read nothing in my life