Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

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.


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

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.

kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

but i respect your search

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.