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

13, H, grate

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

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."

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

brb i will read and reply sincerely

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike