FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I Write Goodbye Letter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

really i want the internet

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.

It Will Get Lighter

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

it is hopeful

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

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

Better Lift

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

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content



i was tempted to lie about my name

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

bro i read nothing in my life

brb i will read and reply sincerely

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

"Put a blanket."