with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
much more tactility
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
its good short few pages
that looks like my instagram account
whats your name?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
you cannot feed someone truth
or never left
magnetisation/form
its good
no i haven't really read anything
i see a website
Can I see
barren land