i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
is this you as well