Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Picture

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

13, H, grate

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

currently

thank you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


its performative

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yeah

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Worse Lift

lol yea

like first name

is everyoneback on tumblr now