Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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. 

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Picture

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Rain, starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

have you read

abrar?

really i want the internet

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ion

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

bro i read nothing in my life

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

is this you as well

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

no i haven't really read anything