I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

ion

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

Better Lift

        13       |
                |
                |
            H   |
                |
                |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
. . . .         |
                |

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

wait what is that

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

fw

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i understand

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

its good

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

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

ahnaf abrar

Picture

what do you think my name is

plato

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.