like first name
lol
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
and the fake qualifier
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
brb i will read and reply sincerely
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.