way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
hiding from the rain
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
sorry i am texting like a slav
feel you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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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
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.
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
thank you
no like which do people call me
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
i really havent