Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
and the fake qualifier
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
its performative
you cannot feed someone truth
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
your feed looks like my tumblr
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
so an active mazelike process
that looks like my instagram account
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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?