a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Thank you, Jack

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

1

. way too specific.

thank you

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah

the site i am dreaming

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

your feed looks like my tumblr

Worse Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

feel you

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its good

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i want to do that too

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

ion

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

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.

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.

no like which do people call me

magnetises a pin