"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

It Will Get Lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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its good

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

what do you mean

Slug

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

plato

Thank you, Jack

Can I see

or never left

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."