bro i read nothing in my life

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

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

like first name

have you read

god being the centre magnet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no i haven't really read anything

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

2 (actually index). two is company

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.