fw
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
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
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.
Better Lift
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
currently
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
like magnets
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i have read not even 1 book
i dont understand magnetisation
December 2025
its good