"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Better Lift
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but i respect your search
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
currently
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.