Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

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it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

Worse Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

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.

I am below everything.

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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.