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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Better Lift

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 confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

Thank you, Jack

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

but i respect your search

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

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and the fake qualifier

Slug

i really havent

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

it is hopeful