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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
like magnets
I am below everything.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a post. I want to be remembered
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i really havent