i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

you have a beautiful account btw

currently

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

kind of mythopoesis