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."
no longer writing in the third person
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
i love it here
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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