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.
Today I felt like starting
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I am below everything.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
isaac
fw
that looks like my instagram account
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
is everyoneback on tumblr now
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."