I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

lol yea

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Slug

this will be about a slug

i love it here

is this you as well

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

lol

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

fw

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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.

Worse Lift

like magnets

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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.

but i respect your search

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you have a beautiful account btw

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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