so at the end

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

its good

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

and the fake qualifier

is this you as well

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i have read not even 1 book

isaac newton

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Can I see

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things


magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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