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.

Worse Lift

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as in

Thank you, Jack

Style

Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

thank you

or never left

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ion

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Can I see

yeah

what do you mean

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

December 2025

its good

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Slug