or never left
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no longer writing in the third person
and the fake qualifier
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.