"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.

1

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


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

It Will Get Lighter

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.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

so an active mazelike process

we need to be deconstructing our identities

no i haven't really read anything