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

Today I felt like starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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It Will Get Lighter

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Better Lift

i love it here

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

barren land

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send your tumblr

not their contents

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

all that is to say

Style

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.

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