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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.

IWGD

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Better Lift

feel you

i have read not even 1 book

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

...

wait what is that

i see a website

we can only engage in such a way