December 2025
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.
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
isaac
ahnaf abrar
have you read
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
fw
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
"Put a blanket."