"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good short few pages
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i really havent
like first name
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
much more tactility
fw
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
have you read
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
is everyoneback on tumblr now
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so an active mazelike process
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no i haven't really read anything