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.
autonomy of learning
and the fake qualifier
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
the site i am dreaming
bro i read nothing in my life
Today I felt like starting
i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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like first name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hiding from the rain
your feed looks like my tumblr
propensity within someone
much more tactility
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.