a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered


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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

IWGD

13, H, grate

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.

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

lol yea

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

much more tactility

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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i dont understand magnetisation

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting