in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I am below everything.

not their contents

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

send your tumblr

propensity within someone

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

so an active mazelike process

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i have read not even 1 book