One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

I am below everything.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Put a blanket."

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.

what do you mean

what do you think my name is

lol yea

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

plato

all that is to say

i have read not even 1 book

lol

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

abrar?

which magnetises chains of pins

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now