"Put a blanket."

i see a website

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. 

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

ion

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

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

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

is this you as well

no i haven't really read anything

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

plato

what do you think my name is

ahnaf abrar

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we can only engage in such a way

abrar?

13, H, grate

like first name