And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
but really the thing should be autonomous
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
hiding from the rain
"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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
...
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
I am below everything.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.