"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Worse Lift

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

kind of mythopoesis

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

you have a beautiful account btw

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt