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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

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.

13, H, grate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

really i want the internet

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.

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good

ion

fw

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

and the fake qualifier

i see a website

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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

god being the centre magnet