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.
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
lol
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
fw
i have read not even 1 book
or never left
barren land
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
send your tumblr
I am below everything.
its performative
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
idk
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
was it worth it
Today I felt like starting