nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
I am below everything.
Better Lift
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so at the end
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i want to do that too
feel you
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
barren land
no like which do people call me
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
ahnaf abrar
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever