and the fake qualifier

Today I felt like starting

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

we can only engage in such a way

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Style

is everyoneback on tumblr now

or never left

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

is this you as well

Worse Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you think my name is

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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