Today I felt like starting
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
send your tumblr
not their contents
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
propensity within someone
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
bro i read nothing in my life
autonomy of learning
what do you think my name is
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
division of reality is straying away from it