After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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

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no longer writing in the third person

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you cannot feed someone truth

much more tactility