is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

barren land

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

whats your name?