the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

like first name

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

your feed looks like my tumblr

idk

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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its performative

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

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

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.