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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thank you, Jack
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
and the fake qualifier
i was tempted to lie about my name
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
in a post. I want to be remembered
i dont understand magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it