Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Lift Analysis

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

and the fake qualifier

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

Slug

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

your feed looks like my tumblr

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

Today I felt like starting

lol

its good short few pages

was it worth it

...


Rain, starting

ahnaf abrar

in a post. I want to be remembered

ion


which magnetises chains of pins

i was tempted to lie about my name

Worse Lift

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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