Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

send link

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

and the fake qualifier

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

December 2025

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

...

i really havent

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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?

...

bro i read nothing in my life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

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