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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

wait what is that


i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so the method has to be autonomous

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

idk

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.