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.

Style

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.


feel you

so at the end

is this you as well

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

Better Lift

and the fake qualifier

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

that looks like my instagram account


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i really havent

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

isaac newton

but really the thing should be autonomous