Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

your feed looks like my tumblr

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

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

Thank you, Jack

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i see a website