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.
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
hiding from the rain
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
autonomy of learning
all that is to say
we can only engage in such a way
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thank you, Jack
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
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.