IWGD

yes

1

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Style

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Picture

Better Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

hiding from the rain

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

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plato

magnetises a pin

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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