One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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i have read not even 1 book

Lift Analysis

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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 is hopeful

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

Better Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Style

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you