Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Rain, starting

like first name

it is hopeful

hiding from the rain

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

Style

13, H, grate

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

Picture

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It Will Get Lighter