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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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no longer writing in the third person
really i want the internet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
send your tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
feel you
like first name
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
was it worth it
whats your name?
is this you as well
Can I see
we need to be deconstructing our identities
sorry i am texting like a slav
propensity within someone
i love it here