"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Put a blanket."

currently

Style

I am below everything.

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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but really the thing should be autonomous