Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Put a blanket."
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
not so on: yvf(wthw)
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like first name
ahnaf abrar
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
feel you
idk