I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

is this you as well

autonomy of learning

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

i want to do that too

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

all that is to say

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i really havent

abrar?