i really havent
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
lol
send your tumblr
was it worth it
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
lol yea
what do you mean
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
your feed looks like my tumblr
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 is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.