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