really i want the internet

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

it is hopeful

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"Put a blanket."

Style

It Will Get Lighter

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

Better Lift

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you cannot feed someone truth

feel you

hello reader,