Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
abrar?
lol yea
send your tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
fw
yeah
i love it here
not their contents
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac newton
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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 she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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feel you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.