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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I am below everything.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
isaac
not their contents
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
autonomy of learning
as in
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
propensity within someone
idk
much more tactility
that looks like my instagram account