part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

is this you as well

It Will Get Lighter

idk

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

that looks like my instagram account

its good

I am below everything.

fw

send your tumblr

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Style

plato

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

its good short few pages


no i haven't really read anything