The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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that looks like my instagram account
what do you mean
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
ahnaf abrar
its good short few pages
was it worth it
much more tactility
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books