"Put a blanket."

barren land

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

I am below everything.

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.

yeah

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no i haven't really read anything

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

its good short few pages

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.

or never left

this will be about a slug

abrar?

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

that looks like my instagram account

Rain, starting

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

sorry i am texting like a slav

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46