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 below everything.
"Put a blanket."
December 2025
bro i read nothing in my life
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the site i am dreaming
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
send link
it is hopeful
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.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i was tempted to lie about my name
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak