hiding from the rain

Picture

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

currently

It's

dusk

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

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.

but i respect your search

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

1

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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?

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

idk

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so the method has to be autonomous

i want to do that too

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

"Put a blanket."