Rain, starting

13, H, grate

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

Better Lift

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

all that is to say

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

hiding from the rain

propensity within someone

it is hopeful

i have read not even 1 book

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.

ahnaf abrar

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

brb i will read and reply sincerely