and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
you have a beautiful account btw
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I am below everything.
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: