much more tactility

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

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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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

hiding from the rain

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no like which do people call me

like first name

"Put a blanket."
i am quite illiterate on producing technology

abrar?

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.