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

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. way too specific.

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

Slug

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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

Rain, starting

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

I am below everything.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

all that is to say

IWGD

currently

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.