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

...

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i really havent

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

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

...

I am below everything.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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

and the fake qualifier

like first name

your feed looks like my tumblr

all that is to say

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.