Thank you, Jack
currently
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
i love it here
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i have read not even 1 book
its good
barren land
feel you
that looks like my instagram account
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i want to do that too