After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

December 2025

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

currently

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it