nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
as in
barren land
like first name
much more tactility
its good
isaac
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
its performative
i love it here
propensity within someone
no longer writing in the third person
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.
have you read
i understand
god being the centre magnet
its good short few pages
sorry i am texting like a slav