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 bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
currently
Today I felt like starting
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
no longer writing in the third person
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"Put a blanket."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
really i want the internet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
December 2025
and the fake qualifier
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