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it is hopeful

Rain, starting

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

wait what is that

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

in a post. I want to be remembered

IWGD

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

is this you as well

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then