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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
hiding from the rain
currently
in a post. I want to be remembered
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
we can only engage in such a way
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
as in
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
not so on: yvf(wthw)
bro i read nothing in my life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.