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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

whats your name?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

thank you

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

"Put a blanket."

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos