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

Lift Analysis

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

Better Lift

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Rain, starting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

much more tactility

plato

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

fw

I am below everything.

Style

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

IWGD

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i love it here