After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

it is hopeful

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form