i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
as in
Thank you, Jack
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its performative
Lift Analysis
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
hiding from the rain