like first name
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
hiding from the rain
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.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
send your tumblr
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i want to do that too
which magnetises chains of pins
ion
its performative
isaac
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls