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.
like magnets
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.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
I am below everything.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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brb i will read and reply sincerely
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you have a beautiful account btw
in a post. I want to be remembered
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me