And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

yes

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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.

it is hopeful

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

its performative

IWGD

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

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as in

no like which do people call me

not so on: yvf(wthw)