It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
hiding from the rain
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49