a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.yeah
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
so the method has to be autonomous
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.
isaac newton
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
lol
or never left
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
barren land
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.