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

I Write Goodbye Letter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

this will be about a slug

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.

as in

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

your feed looks like my tumblr

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

idk

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet