yes

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i want to do that too

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

i dont understand magnetisation

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

its good

send your tumblr

sorry i am texting like a slav

Style

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

as in

no i haven't really read anything

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

feel you

ahnaf abrar

kind of mythopoesis

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good


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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

we can only engage in such a way