"Put a blanket."

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

the site i am dreaming

it is hopeful

that looks like my instagram account

i understand

i was tempted to lie about my name

thank you

ion

i want to do that too

feel you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak