somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
what do you mean
much more tactility
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf abrar
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.your feed looks like my tumblr
i really havent
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever