Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
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.
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Better Lift
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i love it here
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse