I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
and the fake qualifier
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.
feel you
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
kind of mythopoesis
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i was tempted to lie about my name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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