or never left
brb i will read and reply sincerely
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
it is hopeful
in a post. I want to be remembered
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'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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
wait what is that
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I am below everything.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
was it worth it