Rain, starting

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Style

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

it is hopeful

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59