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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

Can I see

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Lift Analysis

so an active mazelike process

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

as in

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

fw

its performative

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.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Style

lol yea

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

no like which do people call me

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46