yes

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

sorry i am texting like a slav

and the fake qualifier

lol

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

idk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

ion

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Worse Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

lol yea

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.

feel you

i have read not even 1 book

...

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

its good

wait what is that