there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
propensity within someone
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone truth
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
feel you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
your feed looks like my tumblr
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
its good