I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
feel you
i really havent
i was tempted to lie about my name
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation/form
plato
not their contents
send your tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
as in
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08