i love it here
so the method has to be autonomous
your feed looks like my tumblr
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
...
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
hello reader,
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
we can only engage in such a way