One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

I am below everything.


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.


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

idk

or never left

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

Style

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.