Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

IWGD

yes

ion

which magnetises chains of pins

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

isaac newton

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is this you as well