Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out....
was it worth it
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
barren land
like magnets
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i dont understand magnetisation
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
its good short few pages
is everyoneback on tumblr now
lol yea
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting