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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

yes

Style

Picture

Better Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I Write Goodbye Letter

which magnetises chains of pins

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its performative

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

god being the centre magnet

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.