Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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.

hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Worse Lift