its performative

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

no like which do people call me

its good short few pages

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

feel you

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

this will be about a slug
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

yeah

the site i am dreaming

lol yea

ahnaf abrar

or never left

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send link

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

...

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

ion

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.