I Write Goodbye Letter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i see a website

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

much more tactility

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

you have a beautiful account btw

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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 quite illiterate on producing technology

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

really i want the internet

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i really havent

isaac

feel you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

was it worth it

no like which do people call me

Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now