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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Can I see

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

abrar?

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

propensity within someone

idk

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.

send your tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you cannot feed someone truth

i have read not even 1 book