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sorry i am texting like a slav
i love it here
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i really havent
its good
bro i read nothing in my life
or never left
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
was it worth it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?