its good short few pages
and the fake qualifier
feel you
which magnetises chains of pins
what do you think my name is
like first name
no like which do people call me
barren land
its good
plato
plato
what do you mean
i was tempted to lie about my name
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i have read not even 1 book
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that looks like my instagram account
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.
so at the end
December 2025
no i haven't really read anything
i want to do that too
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
sorry i am texting like a slav