so at the end

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

currently

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.

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.


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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


i love it here

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

send your tumblr

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life