Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
its good
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
propensity within someone
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
is this you as well
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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