After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like magnets

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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It Will Get Lighter

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

currently

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

lol

your feed looks like my tumblr