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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
much more tactility
you cannot feed someone truth
is everyoneback on tumblr now
so the method has to be autonomous
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
all that is to say
no longer writing in the third person