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.
and the fake qualifier
wait what is that
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.
was it worth it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
not so on: yvf(wthw)
was it worth it
hello reader,
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sorry i am texting like a slav
have you read
is everyoneback on tumblr now
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.
plato
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46