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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
or never left
your feed looks like my tumblr
isaac
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
brb i will read and reply sincerely
its good
no i haven't really read anything
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it