your feed looks like my tumblr

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

Can I see

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

but i respect your search

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Put a blanket."

IWGD

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

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

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

no longer writing in the third person

brb i will read and reply sincerely

all that is to say