okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
as in
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i really havent
December 2025
have you read
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf abrar
what do you mean
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i love it here
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.