Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
you cannot feed someone truth
Thank you, Jack
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
hello reader,
send your tumblr
or never left
so at the end
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"Put a blanket."
lol
yeah
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.is everyoneback on tumblr now
idk
fw
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?