We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

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.

Better Lift

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

isaac newton

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no like which do people call me