like magnets

hiding from the rain

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.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not so on: yvf(wthw)

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

send your tumblr

i am quite illiterate on producing technology