Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
no longer writing in the third person
really i want the internet
hiding from the rain
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
i love it here
sorry i am texting like a slav
hello reader,
thank you