currently

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.

all that is to say

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

Better Lift

really i want the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

Style

It Will Get Lighter

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Worse Lift

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.

that looks like my instagram account

yes

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

barren land

i dont understand magnetisation

like first name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good short few pages

have you read