"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
or never left
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
thank you
your feed looks like my tumblr
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
isaac
no i haven't really read anything
i love it here
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
idk
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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send your tumblr
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17