The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
fw
or never left
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
autonomy of learning
barren land
Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
that looks like my instagram account
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much more tactility
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
not their contents
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
propensity within someone
lol
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
send link
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.