Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

plato

but i respect your search

that looks like my instagram account

lol

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

much more tactility

we need to be deconstructing our identities

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"Put a blanket."

division of reality is straying away from it

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

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.

Worse Lift

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i love it here