It Will Get Lighter

Pimlico Rats

13, H, grate

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

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.

hiding from the rain

i dont understand magnetisation

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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Today I felt like starting

was it worth it

Picture

isaac

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no i haven't really read anything

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i love it here

no longer writing in the third person

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

which magnetises chains of pins

that looks like my instagram account

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

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.

its good

thank you