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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

whats your name?

autonomy of learning

your feed looks like my tumblr

like magnets

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we need to be deconstructing our identities

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

i dont understand magnetisation

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

no like which do people call me

yes

what do you think my name is

isaac newton