isaac

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Picture

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

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.

it is hopeful

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

wait what is that

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"