we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

Better Lift

Style

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

its good

...

brb i will read and reply sincerely

idk

its good