but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it is hopeful
...
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
hello reader,
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no like which do people call me
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yeah
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
barren land
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."