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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

It Will Get Lighter

have you read

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities


lol

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

like magnets

is everyoneback on tumblr now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

wait what is that

isaac newton