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.

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

god being the centre magnet

December 2025

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yeah

Slug

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

sorry i am texting like a slav

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me


i understand

abrar?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

send your tumblr

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

send link


the site i am dreaming

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