Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
and the fake qualifier
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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yeah
i love it here
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
division of reality is straying away from it
its good