I Write Goodbye Letter

this will be about a slug

Slug

December 2025

...


was it worth it

i want to do that too

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

really i want the internet

Picture

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

its performative

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

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you have a beautiful account btw

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

barren land

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models