we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

currently

lol yea

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

barren land

brb i will read and reply sincerely

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them