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IWGD

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Put a blanket."

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no longer writing in the third person

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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 am below everything.


It Will Get Lighter

idk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i love it here

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

yeah

in a post. I want to be remembered

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.