Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
we can only engage in such a way
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
the site i am dreaming
is everyoneback on tumblr now