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

13, H, grate

yeah

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.

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

I am below everything.