you have a beautiful account btw

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

13, H, grate

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i really havent

its good

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

isaac

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

god being the centre magnet

"Put a blanket."

your feed looks like my tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

thank you

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

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.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

which magnetises chains of pins

or never left