I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"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.

"Put a blanket."

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

IWGD

isaac

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

13, H, grate

autonomy of learning

Style

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

what do you mean