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.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

currently

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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

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.

Style


2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

send link



Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Worse Lift