After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

isaac

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

Better Lift

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

yeah

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.

no like which do people call me

like magnets

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

so at the end

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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