Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but i respect your search

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.