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.

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.

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currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

feel you

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

like first name

send your tumblr

its good short few pages

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too