Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
and the fake qualifier
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
idk
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you cannot feed someone truth
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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?
lol yea
fw
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
as in
feel you
sorry i am texting like a slav
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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