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

send your tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no like which do people call me

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol

hello reader,

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

all that is to say

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

2 (actually index). two is company

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

that looks like my instagram account

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

division of reality is straying away from it

fw

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?