She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Rain, starting

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

much more tactility

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

i really havent

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