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.
its performative
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Lift Analysis
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
in a post. I want to be remembered
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it is hopeful
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i really havent
was it worth it
wait what is that