Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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 see a website
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"Put a blanket."
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 only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
...
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
and the fake qualifier
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
bro i read nothing in my life