all that is to say

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Better Lift

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Worse Lift

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.

Picture

Rain, starting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

hiding from the rain

no like which do people call me

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

isaac newton

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

sorry i am texting like a slav