no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

...

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

idk

and the fake qualifier

so an active mazelike process

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Can I see

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Put a blanket."

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

the site i am dreaming

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

you have a beautiful account btw

is everyoneback on tumblr now

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.