a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
kind of mythopoesis
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
not so on: yvf(wthw)
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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and the fake qualifier
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wait what is that
Lift Analysis
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.currently