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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
its performative
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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
division of reality is straying away from it
your feed looks like my tumblr
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i love it here
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
its good
its good short few pages