I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i was tempted to lie about my name
Thank you, Jack
whats your name?
its good
or never left
like magnets
have you read
that looks like my instagram account
sorry i am texting like a slav
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
like first name
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
we need to be deconstructing our identities
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
abrar?
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
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.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.