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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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

December 2025

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

what do you think my name is

i love it here

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

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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.

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

like magnets