Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

the site i am dreaming

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It Will Get Lighter

lol yea

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

its good short few pages

fw

yeah

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i love it here

13, H, grate

ion

feel you

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

is this you as well

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

"Put a blanket."

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

that looks like my instagram account

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation