There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.all that is to say
idk
i love it here
have you read
division of reality is straying away from it
ion
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
as in
your feed looks like my tumblr
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like magnets
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.yes