a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

It Will Get Lighter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

the site i am dreaming

in a post. I want to be remembered

fw

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

so at the end


...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

or never left

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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.


idk

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

barren land

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

much more tactility

13, H, grate