so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
yeah
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
abrar?
bro i read nothing in my life
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
lol
plato
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
is everyoneback on tumblr now
send your tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a post. I want to be remembered
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
that looks like my instagram account
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
was it worth it