We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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no longer writing in the third person
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i understand
your feed looks like my tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
plato
whats your name?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
plato
but i respect your search
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
idk
we need to be deconstructing our identities