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.

this will be about a slug

magnetisation/form

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

hiding from the rain

kind of mythopoesis

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it. 

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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

isaac newton

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

...

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse