as in

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.

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

what do you think my name is

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so at the end

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetises a pin

division of reality is straying away from it

Picture

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

what do you mean

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac newton

i understand

its good short few pages

so the method has to be autonomous

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

sorry i am texting like a slav

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

It Will Get Lighter

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