is everyoneback on tumblr now
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 am below everything.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
so at the end
idk
not their contents