I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

wait what is that

was it worth it

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

what do you think my name is

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so at the end

i see a website

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying