feel you
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
was it worth it
like first name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
isaac newton
brb i will read and reply sincerely
bro i read nothing in my life
i really havent
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
division of reality is straying away from it
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
propensity within someone
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
and the fake qualifier