There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

ahnaf abrar

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

bro i read nothing in my life

that looks like my instagram account

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

its good short few pages

Better Lift

what do you think my name is

i see a website

i understand

but i respect your search

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

send your tumblr

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

i want to do that too