"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-"
Today I felt like starting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
much more tactility
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"Put a blanket."
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
really i want the internet
or never left
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it