Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

yes

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Style

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.

Today I felt like starting

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

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you have a beautiful account btw

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

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

yeah

is this you as well

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter