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.
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
yeah
god being the centre magnet
ion
you cannot feed someone truth
we need to be deconstructing our identities
is everyoneback on tumblr now
autonomy of learning
have you read
...
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me