somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wait what is that
hello reader,
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i dont understand magnetisation
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
magnetises a pin