He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I Write Goodbye Letter

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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not their contents

IWGD

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

send your tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone truth

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

so an active mazelike process

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Thank you, Jack

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.