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

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. way too specific.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

...

...

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

no longer writing in the third person

the site i am dreaming

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

2 (actually index). two is company

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

this will be about a slug
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.

bro i read nothing in my life

hello reader,

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