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.

fw

yeah

magnetisation/form

propensity within someone

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

division of reality is straying away from it

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way

your feed looks like my tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so at the end

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

all that is to say

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i really havent

barren land

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."