Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Style

Better Lift

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.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

it is hopeful

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

abrar?

all that is to say

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

magnetisation/form

division of reality is straying away from it

whats your name?

what do you mean

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

barren land

fw

is everyoneback on tumblr now

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful