no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"Put a blanket."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
send your tumblr
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
propensity within someone
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
magnetisation/form
its good
ahnaf abrar
you cannot feed someone truth
bro i read nothing in my life