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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
propensity within someone
so an active mazelike process
yeah
much more tactility
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you cannot feed someone truth
feel you