Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift



not their contents

"Put a blanket."

lol yea

in a post. I want to be remembered

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its performative

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

much more tactility

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

or never left

propensity within someone