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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but i respect your search

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

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.

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life


I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


the site i am dreaming

wait what is that

not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

I Write Goodbye Letter


think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now