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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
plato
Today I felt like starting
is this you as well
its good
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
bro i read nothing in my life
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
its good
i really havent
have you read
its good short few pages
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13