She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

hello reader,

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

IWGD

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

its performative

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.

but i respect your search

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

god being the centre magnet

1

no like which do people call me

and the fake qualifier

It's

dusk