Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

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

I am below everything.

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.

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

yeah

so at the end

we can only engage in such a way

propensity within someone

division of reality is straying away from it