The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
propensity within someone
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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