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.
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
send your tumblr
like first name
no i haven't really read anything
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.its good