Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

that looks like my instagram account

its performative