Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

idk

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

as in

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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 want to do that too

not their contents

we need to be deconstructing our identities

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

Worse Lift

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

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

its performative

"Put a blanket."

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.

yeah

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no like which do people call me