Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

Style

It Will Get Lighter

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no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

what do you think my name is

send your tumblr

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

have you read

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

idk

like first name

and the fake qualifier

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

much more tactility

so at the end

so an active mazelike process

isaac

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

autonomy of learning

yeah

its performative

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

we want to live the knowledge too live the content