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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol yea

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

no i haven't really read anything

its good short few pages

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

Better Lift

i have read not even 1 book

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yes

yeah

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.

Worse Lift

Thank you, Jack

ion

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

idk

isaac newton

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter