The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

like first name

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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abrar?

isaac

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

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

hello reader,

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

December 2025

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

not so on: yvf(wthw)

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

...

Rain, starting

2 (actually index). two is company

have you read

no longer writing in the third person