There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i dont understand magnetisation
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
plato
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
plato
magnetises a pin
i really havent
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt