hiding from the rain
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
I am below everything.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
brb i will read and reply sincerely
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason