Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

I Write Goodbye Letter

like first name

in a post. I want to be remembered

i love it here

its performative

send link

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

wait what is that

the site i am dreaming

what do you think my name is

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

your feed looks like my tumblr

yes

i really havent

no i haven't really read anything