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 is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
like first name
which magnetises chains of pins
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
have you read
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
it is hopeful
or never left
ion
ahnaf abrar
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i was tempted to lie about my name
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
magnetises a pin
we need to be deconstructing our identities
you have a beautiful account btw