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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Put a blanket."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
lol
wait what is that
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
was it worth it
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time