"Put a blanket."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.lol
send your tumblr
i understand
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i love it here
you cannot feed someone truth
lol yea
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.isaac newton
what do you mean
isaac
hiding from the rain
magnetisation/form
currently
like magnets