I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

ahnaf abrar

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i dont understand magnetisation

no like which do people call me

currently

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

It's

dusk

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

was it worth it

its good short few pages

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

have you read

barren land

13, H, grate

i love it here

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

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.

and the fake qualifier

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

IWGD

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.

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