Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

that looks like my instagram account

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

December 2025

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr

i understand

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

idk

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Thank you, Jack

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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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Style

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15