Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hiding from the rain
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.really i want the internet
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
yes
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."