Today I felt like starting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
send your tumblr
ion
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
bro i read nothing in my life
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you mean
the site i am dreaming
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.
it is hopeful
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
much more tactility
...
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
i really havent
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
December 2025
its good
which magnetises chains of pins
i was tempted to lie about my name