like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03